In the day’s last light,
As life winds down by and by,
To sleep, the little one loses her fight,
An idyllic calm, she begins to spy.
A moment is all it takes,
The ensuing chaos now reigns,
The delicate balance of life breaks,
Sorrow pours like incessant rains.
Grappling with the loss afterwards,
Lonely and forsaken, she trudged on,
Not looking back to pick up the shards,
Will she ever be able to move on?