Her laughs sweeter than sugar.
Dancing around the room in circles,
Until she gets dizzy and can’t stand no more.
Her smile was contagious.
Too bad life happened,
And that smile had seen its last days.
She had no choice left but to be courageous.
The years went by so fast,
But really she’s still a baby girl.
She doesn’t sing and dance anymore.
Every morning she has a war with herself to just get out of bed.
Cause they don’t come around anymore,
So they may as well be dead.
I remember my father used to say,
Can’t get his words out my head.
He said, “Knowledge is power”,
The problem with that is the more you know, the less you really want to know.
Underneath it all she’s still in longing.
This world is so infectious,
When it comes to chaos and evil.
I want to slay the dragon,
But I seemed to have dropped my weapon.
It’s there but it’s missing.
You call it a mercy killing for killing my innocence.
You got a sick way of looking at things, darling.
I get to live to see another day to tell my tragic tale.
But underneath it all I’m weeping for my precious baby girl…
Hollering at the wind, hoping to slow it down.
I don’t know where I begin, or where I’m supposed to end.
There are so many unwritten pages to my story,
So why should it end here?
What would mother say?
If this was back in the day.
Nothing is meant to be easy.

God didn’t put any promises in the promise land.
Forgotten how to dream my own dream.
Your words have a bitter aftertaste.
With you was where my dreams end.
Underneath it all she’s still crawling.
**** out the poison slowly, not all at once.
I want to slay the dragon, but I seemed to have lost my weapon.
You call it a mercy killing for killing my innocence.
You got a sick way of looking at things, darling.
I get to live another day to tell my tragic tale.
But underneath it all I’m weeping for my                            
Precious baby girl.