'Born into a world, where she did not belong,
Her body was crippled, her heart was not strong.

She lay in the bed, surrounded by glass
Her struggle was instant,  but so much had been done, it could not last.

The Doctor and staff had decided to do everything to fight for her life.
Still in recovery, her  procedure was done. and no more battles with that surgical knife.

The child was sick, unlike those all around,
But the doctors were still hopeful that a cure would be found,

Illness enveloped her, she became broken and frail
Everyone held on to the faith and that their  hopes would not fail.

As the child lay lifeless in the emergency bed,
So much sorrow, hard to believe she is really dead.

She will always be remembered for the struggle she made
And on her tiny gravestone, white roses were laid.

Her mother, the addict, feels no remorse....
She will do just about anything to get high with every source.