Little Lost Girl
I saw a little lost girl
Being led to a hanging rope
creak creak I wanted to hurl
the girl is dangling; rope round neck- no hope
her eyes are so black, so dark
she is so scared, she cries out at night
ever since she was born, she was marked
her eyes tear up, there’s no future; no light
she escapes, she is savagely caught
her soul is drowning, she is dying
she wants the truth, lies are what she seeks
she is being strangled, no sound; I’m not lying
the darkness surrounds her; she makes no sound
she tries to say something; she calls out
no sound; so quiet, no one is around
she falls deeper in despair, no one helps out
she looks like she is running; running nowhere
I need help, please help, I am starting to think
Is that me? I run from the scene, it’s no fair
I run from the truth of what’s happening to me
My soul is being ripped apart, piece by piece
My mouth is sewn together I cannot speak
No one hears my cries, wings of which are mine are shredded
Let this end I beg my torturers please I want death
She cried out in the dead of night
Whipped and force to pure humiliation
She is so quiet, not a sound is heard
Her body has the scars, one to many invisible
I am running from this horrible truth
I see what is meant to be
She screams but no one cares
She looks at me, smiling sadly
The floor drops, crack, this is the last thing I saw
crying cry crying 
