Choices Young

Lying down rubbing her swelling door
Grasping for feelings that render more
Her tears fall filling her bedroom floor
Thinking of leaving behind her unborn

She�s just a child the age of fourteen
This precious stone alone and in need
Taking on more than others have seen
Forever incased with pictures obscene

She calls out for the white collared man
Asking him why she was left in the sand
With no response he offers her his hand
She grips onto the bed as hard as she can

She looks up towards the blinding light
As her legs quiver with trembled fright
Then comes insertion with forceful might
Her pushing away images of that night

Sore and thankful that her sin is done
Problems await her, outside she is shun
Desperately looking for a place to run
Sees daddy and exits to the setting sun

She runs to her room to bury her cries
Reality sets you can see it in her eyes
Wasn�t her fault but they don�t realize
How can others judge thru her demise

Thou shall not kill tattooed in her mind
Reasoning for death, she could not find
All she asks for is society not be so blind
And stop taunting her with words unkind

Living life in regret won�t seem so long
She took her life story put it into a song
Making millions how can that be wrong
Except for her past will always tag along

The money she made has been hard earned
Then she sees her life and becomes discerned
Towards her life style deeply she�s concerned
For hiding her feelings is all she has learned

Making the choice to turn her life around
And break the chains that keep her bound
She takes her life and changes the sound
A new person inside she finally has found

She responds with those who give no debate
Who gives her answers, who she can relate
They help her out, give her a new mind state
Freed from her past to live out her life�s fate