Jan 2011
Baby girl, with your head in your hands on the edge of the bed
Your body is so precious but you easily give it away
Your search for love so incredibly lost and desperate
The feeling is a fleeting moment that never seems to stay
I want so much to hold you and tell you what your worth
You are far above this world’s diamonds and gold
I can’t seem to reach you though
Locked away in the darkened cold
The strangers never give you what you really need
The touch never can quench your searching thirst
So alone and needing some release
Your razor smiling back at you …. Does its worst
Your mother’s love abandoned you and sold you to the streets
So many men who left your body torn and abused
Your little soul is crying out for help
From all of the empty substances you used
The little girl who ran away
And left her fate to chance
Living on the streets of pain
To chase the devils dance
I pray that there is mercy in your death
For now your pain has ended
There is peace for you my friend
I pray your soul is mended
The final dance is the loneliest
As you say your last goodbyes
More precious than all diamonds and gold
Finds her peace in soul’s demise
Your body is so precious but you easily give it away
Your search for love so incredibly lost and desperate
The feeling is a fleeting moment that never seems to stay
I want so much to hold you and tell you what your worth
You are far above this world’s diamonds and gold
I can’t seem to reach you though
Locked away in the darkened cold
The strangers never give you what you really need
The touch never can quench your searching thirst
So alone and needing some release
Your razor smiling back at you …. Does its worst
Your mother’s love abandoned you and sold you to the streets
So many men who left your body torn and abused
Your little soul is crying out for help
From all of the empty substances you used
The little girl who ran away
And left her fate to chance
Living on the streets of pain
To chase the devils dance
I pray that there is mercy in your death
For now your pain has ended
There is peace for you my friend
I pray your soul is mended
The final dance is the loneliest
As you say your last goodbyes
More precious than all diamonds and gold
Finds her peace in soul’s demise
As a child of the system we often befriended other kids with the same problems as us. We grew up together in different foster homes, group homes and juvenile hall. We always found our way back to each other. She killed herself when we were only 14. Her mother used her to pay for drugs from a very young age as a ******* and she was so incredibly broken. I pray that God's mercy will find her in her death and give her the peace she never found in life.
