Little Girl...

Little girl run and hide,
Of whom to be afraid?
The monster comes to vandalize,
The innocence of childhood.

Warm tears streaming down her face,
Of whom to be afraid?
You are bigger now and the monster is no where near,
Why then, is the fear still inside of this not so little girl?

The past is in the past, and let it be just that.
Of whom to be afraid?
Jesus wept His tears with you,
Jesus felt your pain...

Little girl don't run and hide,
Of whom to be afraid?
Little girl is grown up now,
She has found a better way to live.