But still
each winter night
After a
day of begging
In the
cold white snow
My heart
turns bitter
At the
thought
Of all
those girls
With all
their silver sashes and pink bows
But then
the little light burns bright
And my
heart is quickly softened
And my
thoughts turn instead
To my
beloved mother and dearest father
Who left
this poor earth
when I
was just a tiny tot
And left
me alone and hungry
In the
cold white snow
On those
nights I weep
With my
tears falling down,
Freezing
on my face
But then
the little light
Dries my
freezing tears