Southbound and slapped for diffidence, little girl lost phases underneath optimistic steps for the very first and initial time! Little shoes of wonder and awe, um grey standpoints within the back angle, little girl lost has found a solitary way. Her way is night; um he is right; daddy is always right! Elegant picture of staged light, she needs the sight upon blood-stone and heaven’s night. Her fight is strong, spirited and with form. Little girl lost, she blankets underneath crimson starlight. Please, oh God please snip her nightingale with wholesome aim! Daddy plays with slow fiddle. She walks inside nightgown and treason. There is a reason; southbound and slapped, daddy’s love can never, upon ever…backtrack.