Children skipping down the street,
Every one happy not one thinking of being beat,
A little girl sits and wonders,
Tries to hide the bruises on her arms and shoulders,

She wants to be like them,
But she has to hide from him,
Her step father in a rage,
The act he puts on should be on a stage,

She screams for help,
She cries with yelp after yelp,
He holds her tight,
As she wishes she could fight,

Her legs try to kick,
She feels as if she may be sick,
He screams in her face,
Inside her head she goes to her place,

The sky is blue the flowers bright,
Every ones happy no one fights,
His grip gets harder his hands no longer on her arms,
Now his hands around her neck all she hears are alarms,

Her eyes go black her body limp,
All he thinks is “that little wimp”,
Soon he hears sirens and they don’t stop,
Then he realizes it’s the cops,

He runs out the back door,
The police are so unsure,
That baby girl’s life is lost,
No one finds him, he doesn't understand the cost.