I once knew this little girl,
Blonde hair and blue eyes,
A shy little girl, she was,
Hiding a secert,
She would come to school,
With a new cut or bruise,
People wondering, what did she do?
She always said she fell,
People believed her,
A happy little girl she was at school,
But at the end of the day, she got all scared,
But then again, nobody knew,
She lived on John St.,
Where she hid that secert,
That was impossible to keep,
A home with a drug addict mother,
And an abusive father,
A broken home,
A little girl all alone,
I woke up one night to the sound of sirens andn lights,
Those sirens and lights, were across the street, of the little girl's home,
Taking away the dead body of a little girl unknown.