First days aren't very fun
If you don't know anyone,
So walking alone through the halls
No one will catch her when she falls.

The other girls are mean to her
But nobody seems to care
She tries to pick herself back up
From the floor on which she had dropped.

If this wasn't hard enough
Back home things just get more rough
Her mother is running low on time,
So she alone must pay the monthly fines.

Now all alone in this world
Her mother died in the bed she was curled
Desperately trying to find get way,
Flowers bloom from her late mothers grave.

She buried her out in the back
So nobody knows of her predicament
She decides that soon she to must go,
Were the rivers of honey flow.

Now she's with her mom again
Were she no longer must fight for bread
The neighbors found her in eternal rest,
With a knife plunged deep in her chest.

Now when people pass that rock
To there knees they'll sadly drop
Pretending like they didn't know,
That it was them that made her go.