The Little Girl In My Bathroom

She walks back and forth, so weary and slow.
The sound of crying is heard but why I don't know.
I turn sometimes to ask her what ever is wrong.
But the moment I face her ,she is always gone.
Angel, ghost or what ever else she may be;
She has certainly made an impression on me.
Every night when we turn the lights out,
She can be heard crying and pacing about.
I am asking you God to please hear my plea,
Get her out of my bathroom,return it to me.
Her unseen prescence makes me start to shake
And the sound of her weeping makes my heart break.