Little girl there is hope. .

A little girl walks down that street every day & night
the little girl glances at her feet holding on to the only thing she has...

hope.

as she walks through the rain,
through the snow,
through the sleet,
through the thunder,
through the lightning
all she has left to do is wonder. .

what is it like to feel love?
what is it like to feel joy?
what is it like to feel stronger than weak?
what is it like to have people to love?
what is it like to show love?
what is it like to heal another broken heart?
what is it like to not feel pain?
what is it like to have a family?
what is it like to believe in things you may not see?
what is it like to have more than a hope of surviving?
what is it like to spend money on anything you wanted?
what is it like to fall in love?
what is it like to live in warmth and not lost on the streets?
what is it like to know your direction?
what is it like to be surrounded in perfection?

what is it like to wake up every morning with a real smile on your face, waiting for this beautiful day to begin, waiting for the laughter & love to rain down on in.
when every morning this little girl awakes, she fakes a smile that sets apon that dirty but yet so beautiful face, wondering when this episode of her life will be over, but then again realizing this is "her" life and nothing can change that reality. Realizing the pain she has and strength she with holds, the hope and faith she gains is much better than what everybody else holds in.

the missery of others around her, makes her soon realize things are given but then also things are taken, and holding onto that string of hope each day as she walks, she will never lose it. She is makeing a difference in this world every second and she doesn't even know it. Shes the reason for that question of

- how can such a little girl hold on to such big dreams & big hopes but is left there with nothing, and yet we feel broken if we don't get what we want, we feel like nothing in the world could get worse and each day we always think about ourself and our own faults & troubles when out there, there is so much else going on in the world that is more important then the little ups & downs we may feel from time to time. But that little girl holds on, and once something different and hard comes along we fall. Even if we have it all, we are the ones falling, not the little girl who holds on to hope & yet has nothing .

That little girl walks down that street everyday & night
the little girl glances down at her feet, holding on to the only thing she has left..

hope.