A little girl
Cold and all alone
Lost and yearning for a home
A loving family to call her own
Tears begin to fall
As she hears her tummy
begin to rumble
Peering though a window
Watching a family
As they sit down to dinner
Turning to walk away
A soft voice calls out to her
Come on in and have a seat
Let's get you something to eat
A little girl
No longer cold an all alone
Found her way
To a nice warm home
An A loving family
To call her own
witten
April 5 2002
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