Little girl her mouth is moving
but shes not talking
you can feel her touch
but shes not touching
you can hear her walk
down the hall
and back but shes not walking
you can hold her hand all over again but shes not there
you think about her every day
imagining that she here with you again but shes not
no one is there its just the air you breath
you look at her face
in an old picture
she was so pretty so young
you can hear her singing but yet again she isnt singing
it is so cold
around you
you feel like your dead
but instead your thinking
of the past and how bad
her death was
and how that poor little girl
she did nothing wrong besides pray to god and her dad didn't like that
she was only 11 until her dead beat
father took a
knife and killed her
