In a world where shadows stretch and creep,
A young girl's tears, too deep to keep—
Her soul can do nothing but weep.
Pity the girl does not have,
Nor mercy from these horrid beasts!

They do nothing but give her pain,
When all she wants is to be in her parents' arms.
A girl barely of age, suffering this malicious wyrd.
Hands that are callous and impish
Have their way, leaving her in a scurrilous state.
They see her as a mere bagatelle.

These vermin are so wickedly iconoclast.
They 'found' her in the cruel shadows of a market stall.
Her eyes, once bright, now dulled by fear,
Her spirit crushed, her fate severe.
Sold away, a silent plea,
Her innocence a shattered plea.

She pondered quietly—
A boy...