Out of all the people that passed by that day
No one had anything to say
To the little girl who walked by
She just wanted to cry
The cold stinging her face
She needed to find a warm place
She found herself in an ally
She's been here long enough to keep tally
Slowly she sat herself down
On the cold hard ground
She took out a box of matches
Trying warm her frost bit patches
Strike match one
She finds herself by a fire keeping warm
She longer felt tattered or torn
The warmth of the fire
On her cold attire
Suddenly there it goes
The wind comes and blows
The coldness grows
For this she knows
Strike match two
She finds her at a feast
Eating as much as a beast
The food was so yummy
And warm in her tummy
Suddenly there it goes
The wind comes and blows
The hunger in stomach grows
For this she knows
Strike match three
She finds herself in a bed
Lying soundly as if dead
She felt safe and sound
The bed then turned as hard as ground
Suddenly there it goes
The wind comes and blows
She felt herself grow weary
And her eyes got teary
She wished she had a friend
One who would tell her its not the end
As the cold grew
As she knew
The time is near
The time of fear
The cold bit her face
In bitter disgrace
As the hunger grew
As she knew
Her body began to grow numb
Oh, how could she be so dumb
She knew now
But how
As the weariness grew
As she knew
What can she do
Someone help her, but who
She slowly shut her eyes
And inside and out she slowly dies
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