Perfect Little Girl

All I have now is the words speaking to me in
Languages I can not understand
Lost in this mind so full of dark corners and webs
Is where you will find her
The pretty little girl with pale features
And perfect blonde curls
A nose up turned
A look of peace upon her face
But she is as you will find her
Dead
Her hair crusted wilt brown blood
Her dress torn to tatters and stained
No more jealousy from any one
They all weep for the little girl that they all knew
Im the only one who knows
Who knows that she was not as she seems
She was better she was as kind as a rabbit
Her word were never meant to hurt
Her beauty what can I say she makes a rose wilt to compare
Her voice the sounds of angels sighing
She was in any way the perfect child
She never fussed never whined
Was always sweet, caring and kind
She mad the lamb look wild
So what else could the other children do but hate
This perfect little girl with the lovely blonde curls
So one day the came upon her playing in a meadow
Into an old cave the dragged her by her hair
Crying all the way yet she did not fight them at all
Even when they beat her and made her no longer
Perfect she did not fight back
When she did not fight back
It made the children mad
So they threw rocks at her to make her pay
They hit her hard and they hit her swift
This was no game of a trick they killed that
Poor little girl with perfect blonde curls
And when she died the angels sighed for her
Her face even in death was in peace pretty, caring and kind

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