Little girl, little girl! !
Little girl, little girl,
Hiding in the cuboard.
Clutching Mr. Teddy.
Little girl, little girl,
They know you're in there,
You cannot hide forever.
You've heard the screams,
You've heard the threats,
The whole show like a radio
Now the final scene comes.
You heard the plates go 'smash'
And you heard the doors slamm
You see the blood run under the door.
They're looking for you, little girl,
Stay still, stay very very still.
Little girl, little girl,
It's safe to come out now.
Open the door slowly
And don't make a sound.
Come out, little girl,
I'm here. I'm alive. I'm waiting for you.
poem by Becky Ginn
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