The Little Match Girl

The Little Match Girl

Christmas,

A new year with love,

You sit under a tree,

Waiting for the hugs,

Your mother is gone,

You stand alone,

With the matches in your hands,

You shout,

Someone, someone come!

But there’s no one around,

You smell the meal from the chimney,

You are hungry and thirsty,

You use a match,

You see chicken and candies,

You use a match,

You see a Christmas tree,

You use a match,

You see your grandma on the street,

You shout,

Grandma, Grandma, let me up,

Let me up to the heaven,

Let me live with you,

I said,

Girl, don’t be sad,

But that sec,

You finally dead,

With your last fired match.