SHE WAS BEATEN

Where was she when life was good?
Where was she at all?
She watched the cars from above,
As we watched her fall,
We screamed in terror,
As she took her life away,
We couldv'e made an effort at least,
To convince her she had to stay,
But words never meant anything,
To that young little girl,
Who said she was right,
When she hated the world,
Blonde little one,
The world was on her side,
Every one knew for sure,
The secrets she tried to hide,
She was beaten,
Yes she bled,
Because of her father,
She is now dead,
He is now in jail,
On the chair he will melt,
But his death overall,
Will be nothing compared....to the pain that SHE felt!

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