At the age of nine
The little girl, mine
Had lost her life
She’d never be a wife
She looked around the school
Wanted desperately to be cool
The other girls would boss
She looked down at her cross
Dear Jesus, please stand beside me
Walk me through, guide me
Give me strength, when I feel weak
Give me a voice, when I can’t speak
She bent her head in a silent prayer
What they said, she didn’t care
Just maybe if she could cross the road
She wouldn’t feel like such a toad
There was a little voice in her head
The one her mother always said
To listen to whenever it would talk
But that would mean giving up the walk
Dear Jesus, please stand beside me
Walk me through, guide me
Give me strength, when I feel weak
Give me a voice, when I can’t speak
After her request, she looked both ways
Even then, she knew it could be the end of her days
But if people could finally see
There is no such thing as a victorious flee
She held her breathe and dodged a few cars
Her mind was on Jupiter, past Mars
Though, reciting her prayer
She made her way there
The girl had won
But she wasn’t done
She had just proved what she could do
That nothing could come across her that wasn’t new
Next time that she chose not to listen to the voice’s cries
It would lead to the little girl’s demise
Life’s little plan would be unfurled
Leaving her without a world
Out of no where, the voice returned
Screaming at her, though little she learned
“Run away; get away, cross the streetâ€
But she wouldn’t pick up her little feet
She stood there defiant
Unwilling to be compliant
She did it before
She could do it more
To my misfortune, she learned little
Even less than the cat with the fiddle
Sometimes faith, just isn’t enough
To make it through the really tough
The little girl laughed if off
She gave a little sneer, snicker, and scoff
But before she could get away
A bullet landed in her head to stay
People around her fell into a silent gasp
The concept was too ghastly to grasp
How could people kill under God’s eyes?
How could he allow something so despicable to rise?
Dear Jesus, please stand beside me
Walk me through, guide me
Give me strength, when I feel weak
Give me a voice, when I can’t speak
Now it’s hard to find the meaning
How he could let something so demeaning
Happen beneath his heavenly gaze
Happen in our dieing days?
It seems to me
That maybe he
Designs us with a plan
To be more than just the average man
To conquer our fears
To dry our tears
To end our wars
To open our doors
If crossing the street didn’t get her
Something else would have happened to her
As much as it would pain me to see her go
At least she will always know
Dear Angel, I’m beside you
Here I’ll be to help guide you
When you need me
That’s where I’ll be
No torrent of death
Could stop me from being your last breath
I’ll give you whatever it is you need
I’ll be your breath, your mind, your agility and speed.
Dear Jesus, please treat her well
She’ll always be my little angel
Nothing like this should have been
This pain is like hell times ten
Though it cost me her to finally see
That you’ll always be there for me
I also came to find
That you’re the little voice inside our mind
You gave us the alarm
The extra arm
The time to learn
The time to heal from our every burn
Once again, please treat her well
I’ll still be here with her story to tell
I’ll always remember the silence in the crowd
Not a single person could scream out loud
I’ll always remember her silly twirl
When she danced around, my little girl
I’ll even remember her elegant face
Her loving, caring, tender embrace
Most of all, I’ll keep alive
The spirit that you sought and strived
I’ll spread your faith, love, and care
Remembering how you got there.
