Little-ones.

A world globe... in the palm of her hands
A round tear slips and spoils the view, its raining
A questions blown in the air, its hot, it's hell ..it's summer
Summer of the mind. and the mid-day of a single thought
She says she liked everything by it's double
She said, laughter and hidden misery are her secret way to
Figure out the meaning of it all,
A goddess out of a shell.. one day she's the queen of heaven
Next day... can anyone tell?
& Does anyone really know her, or anyone ever did?
Did anyone ever know anything? or did they really care to care?...
Hungry eyes, angry alibis, looking at her through the glass
Her nations underneath, the "little-ones"
Is anyone out there?