To the little girl

The little girl in the brown coat

Left before life came by

She waited in a blistering cold

For a soul subservient to times

In a cold wind breeze she cried

Muffled in a silent dream

The winter wonderland passing by

And the night swallowing her screams

At length they came

The angels of the night

They stopped the rain

And fought the fright

They stooped down

The narrow pipes

And trudged along

Cold dark sights

Fished her out into life

In the warm lights

Only to let her drown

Out in the open sea at night