She was too little
Too young to remember
Yet, she still saw her

She saw her
A small child, not much younger than she
Unaware, that fate would be cruel

She was too young to remember
Too young to have gotten to know her
And she in turn

They came to take her away
She didn't have name
Fate was cruel

She barely knew her
Yet, she was attached
She did as only she could

She cried for her to come back

She didn't know her
She would never remember her
And neither did she have a name

Yet, she still cried

As, she cried back