A little girl follows me around,
She always walks in leaps and bounds,
The joyful mess of a little sprite,
Holding true to all that\'s light,
She\'s my shadow from dusk \'til dawn,
Observing with the young eyes of a fawn,
No matter where we are she sings,
And giggles at the silliest things,
Though anymore she exists only in my head,
Sometimes she is heard and seen through little things I\'ve said,
If sometimes in faint glimmers,
And only shadows passing by,
I\'ve grown quite glad I have her,
Forever by my side,
For when I see an old doll,
That\'s been long gone since I was small,
Her face lights up like a Christmas tree,
Relieving all my stress and misery,
Until another day,
Even in my saddest blues,
I can still hear the music,
Of her angelic tunes,
Which keep peace so I don\'t lose it,
But with time the singing has stopped,
I turn around to find she\'s lost,
Until I realize the ill grey figure on the floor,
I stare, suddenly I recognize her no more,
Some faint feeling of remembrance forces my ask,
\"What\'s wrong?\",
I say and she responds,
\"I\'m very sick,\" she states while stifling crying,
\"I\'m not getting better, I think I\'m dying\",
She lies against the wall while sweat forms on her brow,
\"You don\'t need me anymore, I can go now\",
I look to many people on the crowded street,
I try to catch their eyes, but their gazes never meet,
Her, the dying girl at my feet,
They can\'t see her and I can\'t save her,
So I watch as Death takes her by the hand,
I weep, and watch her escape this dreadful land,
I wipe my eyes and wistfully smile,
Knowing that, at least for a while,
I won\'t see this part of me again,
This hidden part, lying deep within,
The child.