the little girl was lost at sea

caught up in "what will become of me"

the time just passed, she unaware

lost in her sadness. empty stare

now every second, hour, minute

she wants her life, wants to be in it

no longer a watcher at the side

wary of  incoming tide

afraid she can no longer run her battery

as she realized there is more to life than flattery

she does want to end before her life begin

tired of losing, it is time to win