Driving on their way home
Was a man and his child
who was on her phone

The young girl spotted
something on the way
she yelled for him
to stop right away

Her dad turned the radio off
and brought the car to a stop

noticed that it was a child as well
she looked to be about twelve

The young girl got into the car
She said, "I do not live that far"

The girl said,
I hope my mother
will not be mad
The dad said,
I bet she's  actually sad

They drove just a couple of miles
when the girl said,
"that's my house"

He pulled the car in the driveway
and just as he turned away

The girl quickly jumped out
and ran toward her house

There was a light at the door
and then he walked on the porch

He said,
You must be the childs mother
I had picked up your daughter.

she was walking
alone on the road
just a few miles up
from your home

The woman said,
My daughter was gone
for a long time
I have been going out of my mind
She went walking alone one day
I was coming home a little late

By the time I got home
she was already gone

I became so afraid
I began looking for her that day

I called out her name
and looked everyday
but I still could not find Jane

I was told she would not be back
someone had found her backpack
and there was a blood stain track

The track did not lead to her
but they found a piece of her skirt
that I made just for her

Thank you for bringing her home
cause her soul has been
wondering alone

for eight years now  
on that lonely
dark road

She'd walk to the bus stop
and on her way
was an an antique shop

She'd stop there everyday
and looked through the window
at all the different  things

There were statues of angels
and odd things that dangled
with a gold olympic ring

What hung on the wall
appeared to be a painting of fall

Then a man grinned
and waved for her to come on in

She entertained the thought
and didn't continue her walk
She had gone into the shop
where her and the man had talked

He said I've seen you walk by
my shop so many times
but you never stopped
and came inside

and now we have talked
may we go for a walk
maybe to the bus stop

Then the alarm went off
it wasn't from any clock
but a bullet that came across
it hit and he had been shot!

A few days had passed
& their love did not last

she walked down the block
by the old antique shop

She stood for a moment
at  her favorite place
as she looked through the window
the tears fell from her face

As she looked at the man
who might have taken her hand

she remembered that
the day he was shot
it went through his arm
before hitting her heart