• I saw a small girl, with pale, wistful eyes;
    Her demeanor was sad, but sweet like a child.
    I wished I could help her, wished there was a way;
    To make lips to smile, that hadn't that day.
    "Dream on friend," I told her, "For dreaming is sweet;
    You must feel so alone, with your head on the street."
    I knew how it felt, to have loneliness creep
    Into her small heart, and plant itself deep.
    "So come with me know," I wish I could say,
    "To the place where the angels, will comfort you; nay
    You will never grow lonely again;
    With your now joyous eyes, and far lonely domain."