Little One Testo

Little oneFades in the sun
Threads the eye of every needle
Little one
Quiet air
Silence is rare
And the noisy far from feeble
They're unaware
Mother had a saying
Never look back
Keep your hands so busy
At doing good
Not doing bad
Little child
Wait for a while
Time will come when you'll be older
Little child
No one's there
Just the length of your hair
Empty eyes like open windows
You're not there.