Written by a nine-year-old girl 
she’s not knowing what she’s done 
feeling all alone now 
in the desert sun

what she’s writing is so easy – talking ’bout her fathers hands 
buildings trees and solving problems – building castles in the sand

…and she touches my mind with her hand 
I FEEL FINE!

Letters written on a paper 
photo’s on the other side 
I look sincerely at the picture 
and it’s gone – no light!

Voices keep on talking to me – in my head the trouble’s done. 
I can’t sit no longer waiting – on the big sun!

Written by a nine-year-old girl 
she was knowing what she’s done 
fell the universe explode 
in the desert’s sun.

what she’s writing is so easy – talking ’bout her fathers hands 
buildings trees and solving problems – building castles in the sand

…and she touches my mind with her hand 
I FEEL FINE!

© Mat’s X