a flameless name

There's a tree standing tall behind the wall,
Long and still, 
Green and lush,
Just like that.


There's a little girl,
Not so little; within the age,
Playing with the flame,
Burning the games.


Here comes the mom,
As pure as shes always reborn
Genuinely compassion like you've never knew too.
Ask the little girl to stand still like the green tree.
As the danger is coming close too.


Oh na. na. little won't listen,
Stubborn like a stone. 
Firing the cards  till ashes the only left.


Oh na..na.. little girl, 
You've got burnt by the flame.
Scars remain in your sane.


Oh na...na.. little girl,
Now you've got burnt,
Where else you would like to add the wound?


* This is a piece suddenly written by me. It represent my emotion, my thought at this moment* But never mind, it just an art. No relations with alive nor dead people.

Till then, be safe and have a good control in life.
Yeah, life always good when you treat her real GOOD!
Ciao. xx