A little girl holding a little light,
Trying to fight off the darkness that creeps into her mind each night
She is exhausted, her mind is beat
The comforting idea of sleep offers for her no retreat
Because for her there is no escape from these waking nightmarish dreams,
Filled with death and hellish screams
There is nothing she can do,
Nothing for herself, nothing for you
Nothing she can do, not without the little light,
The one that keeps her safe in bed each night
And maybe you, the reader, haven't realized this just yet,
But the darkness and the light represent the ongoing battle of thoughts inside the mind of the little girl, and the stage has been set
The darkness: her doubts and fears,
The little light: the hope she holds for the future, it is what tells her what she needs to hear
And what she needs to hear,
Is that she is worth something to the people that are near
She needs to hear that she is beautiful,
And that that fact is indisputable
Because she can't look into a mirror and see herself as she is truly,
She sees fat and hair that is unruly
And what she can't see,
Is that she is gorgeous, to both you and me
And in the end, all she really wants to hear,
Is that she is enough, and has nothing to fear.
