there once was a girl

as sweet as can be

she loved to smile, dance,

and she loved to sing.

 

whenever she got cussed at

or beaten without choice

her friends always knew

from the pain in her voice

 

but it wasnt any pain

it had beauty of its own

She always sang to God

begging to come home

 

Each day at school

her voice was sad and blue

because the kids started asking questions

and the teachers did too

 

A broken smile was

always plastered on her face

"I was playing, I fell,"

she always said with grace.

 

She never dared spoke on it

she kept her mouth shut

because she felt the beatings

were already enough

 

she was hurt outside and in

but she never complained

she didnt want exposure

or everyone knowing her name.

 

She was a small, young girl

and Lord knows she was smart.

Youd think the beatings made her cold, but

NO! She had a BEAUTIFUL heart!

 

Watching this girl grow

I never understood why.

Why she was getting hurt,

and why God allowed her to cry.

 

She had never wronged

anyone by any means

She always treasured her sleep

Her escape was her dreams

 

She told me a while back

that one day she'd just go.

to where, or with who?

She didn't care or know.

 

She wanted to see the world

outside from that house from Hell

and I cried the day she got too confident

and said she was going to tell....

 

Now she'll never see the world..

Her voice still rings in my ears

I still remember her grace

I still remember her secretive tears.

 

But, I am also happy...

because I know she's not alone.

She's finally with God.

The girl finally went Home.