She looks so nice
Nobody hears her cries at night
And her beautiful voice-
Is her only choice
What's going on at home,
Nobody knows
Nobody sees
But honestly,
I can see
Cause that used to be me
(That used to be me)
Her problems, her trials
She makes them so small
A true follower if Christ...
And I saw her in the paper
Nobody heard the cries
Under all her ties
Confidence, she shows
A true follower of a Christ
Her heart:
Breaking
Hurting
Crying
She keeps it to herself
No one seems to see
And at every cry, came a sigh
Heaven watchin' over her
Can't seem to find
My mind,
Must be in a bind
Saw her in the paper,
She's gone
Father finally killed her,
Filled her withies
And we hear the sighs,
We hear her sighs.

(Written around May 2011)