A million whispers ring out from the grave.
You can’t ever silence a soul so brave,
who cares not about a face one hopes to save.
Maybe next time they’ll behave.

She said the things no one else would say,
now here’s to hoping someone will finally pay.
Virginia and those girls deserve their day,
to finally put an end to this demented way.

So put her face on the stage,
not just another book, not just another page.
Keep tabs of all those who lower their head,
they still want a cut of the dead.

They thought they silenced her before,
paid out millions but we’ll pay more,
to read the details of trauma and gore
and kick those jackals out the front door.
That’s not what we humans stand for.

So absorb and feel her rage,
not just another book, not just another page.
The truth we need to be fed
and still they want a cut of the dead.

She says she’s nobody’s girl
in truth she stands along with us,
who grew up in a world
and found the wrong man to trust.
Mistakes from when you were young,
that aren’t so easily undone.
“Boys will be boys” they’re just having fun,
but now it’s the time to see how dogs run.

Let’s have a talk about those in their castle,
pretty soon they’ll have their hands full with a hassle.
They keep trying to bury the truth,
like for years they did with youth.
They may be good at lies, but they fail at math
because even though she died, Virginia will have the last laugh.
Time to carve out a new world, a new path.

So release her from her cage,
not just another book, not just another page.
It just begs to be read,
and stop them from getting their cut of the dead.