I asked the orphanage girl, with eyes so bright,
How it feels without a family, on a cold and lonely night.
She looked up at me, with a hint of pain,
And whispered words, that cut like a sharp rain.

"It feels like a hollow, a void that's deep,
A sense of not belonging, a heart that's asleep.
It feels like a storm, that rages every day,
A longing for love, that's gone away."

"I...