Hey pretty girl , what's your story ?
Whats up with the tears that trickles down slowly?
Was pop an addict
Came home drunk late at nights
Beat momma and touched you
Is that whats hidden in your fright
And there was no one
That could help and make it stop
You were just saving momma
The knife in your hand was at fault
And Maybe momma was depressed
Sitting all day by the tv
Watching nothing at all
Staring at the blank screen
Lost in thoughts till nightfall
You just wanted to end her misery
You couldn't live with yourself Knowing she was gone
Waiting for death quietly
You ended that pain , favour or not
But the world did not understand
All those battles Couldn't be fought
She was handcuffed and shamed
And proved guilty in the court
To be hanged till death
Was the verdict on the note
They prayed for her soul
And hoped she would rot
On the day of her calling
The world waited and watched
Prayers were sold
And hatred was bought
As a pretty young girl
Made her way to the noose
The crowd roared in cheer
And smiles were induced
She died hanging
With all the fright in her heart
Hey pretty girl , what's you story ?
No one ever asked..