Little Belinda stood on the shore
not istening to the ocean roar
Her blue eyes fixed on the distant skies
waiting for some one ...she didn't know...
some one she had missed so..
especially that day at the school yard..as rememberance awakened the deep seated hurt..

her little frame shivered
while her lips quivered
remembering the taunt of little boys
They had called her names and her mother too,
called her a bastard of men in blue

somethin was amiss she had guessed...
was it her fault that she didnt know?
Who was her father ?
...and where did he go?