I’m so sorry, little Callie For the hurt I can’t prevent For the tears, the strife, the end to life Your ardent discontent How I see you in those children Smiling, skipping through their day They’ll be pacified and satisfied All worries kept at bay I miss your authentic demeanour Truth and honesty a must You observed, ever-perceptive It was you they loved to trust How I laugh now, recollecting What your friend divulged one day ‘Well, not everyone will like you, They’ll ignore you as they play’ I was crushed then, broken-hearted Always strove to see the best Learned to yield and bend and mould Quite at society’s behest Wait now, let me cease the process Please immortalise the girl With the sparkling stare and windswept hair Like fresh spring leaves unfurl Oh, I’m sorry, little Callie You can’t reach the present day So I’ll ask you for advice, my love… I wonder what you’ll say.