Blood flowing down like the black hair on her head
Tears falling on the grass like rain
Bruised cheek; cut hands; ripped jeans; torn shirt
But there was the only thing to do to pay her way
She always had a smile carved on her face
Though she had a secret that she had to hide
She told no one; just kept it to herself;
And kept it deep inside.
But year after year after year went by
It became too much and she started to cry
Behind locked bathroom doors with her head in her hands
She prayed for an escape. She prayed to die.
It didn’t take long for the truth began to leak
People saw the red marks on the base of her neck
They began to talk and word got out
No surprise that her life got wrecked.
She got into fights and had to leave her school
Some say her parents knew but they didn’t want to hear.
Their baby girl selling herself to dangerous men
Is truly the thing that all parents fear.
Overcome, one night she climbed the old oak tree,
With 3 yards of rope in her hand.
She tied the noose and slipped it around her neck.
She fell towards the ground but she didn’t land.
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