Shaking hair and bouncing braids,
Little girls not scared of blades.
Riding skates and running far,
Foot on foot, and yard on yard.
To scratch and burn, to kill and mar,
Die on die, and card on card.
Between cars, on top of trains,
Dodging wires and leaping chains
They escape, they run and hide,
Their parents weep, they cry and cry.
Wishing they had never lied,
Cursing the ever-dark'ning sky.
And tell they now, mistakes they made,
Wishing they'd not been afraid.