Just a little girl with curly brown locks
A smile that hid all her sorrows
A laugh that tickled you inside out
Sweet and beautiful with rosy red cheeks
She always tried to make everything fun
Never telling people what had been done
At her home where she lived
Things got out of hand
Drunken words was all that was said
She'd call me sometimes
With a feeling of dread
She'd cry alone at night a lot
She tried to leave so many times but never could
Manage except that one time
She spent the summer at my house not wanting to go back
By the end she was forced to go home
And since then she's changed a lot
Trying to fit in with them she changed herself
Now she smokes drinks and does drugs
They changed her yes but I still see a pretty little girl
Rosy red cheeks.
