Undiscovered
Unconquered
and untampered with
Pure as the snow on the highest caps
No worries
no drama
no situation
no problems that she can call her own
Ducking and dodging the vultures
that can smell her innocence
Wanting to be the first to claim
She moves on knowing her worth
and will not settle for less
They yell after her with no respect
but she does not mind she don't have the time
or patience for such vulgarity
Now 18 with her virtue safe and sound
She has things to do
life to conquer

Out on her own a sheltered child
she face the big world with dreams and ambition
Not knowing about the wolves in sheep clothing
that she will meet along the way
She meet a man who befriended her
made her feel safe in this crazy world
Took her in, in a city where she knew no one
Took care of her bought her everything
she ever needed or wanted
Her whole life was this man
her savior in her eyes, the love of her life
She made a decision to giver her one true gift to him
and that was her virginity
The day of the gift giving she set everything up
so it would be special
Told him that she had a surprise for him
but what she didn't know he had a surprise waiting for her

It started off as planned but then his whole demeanor altered
to a man she didn't know
He got rough with her
Hitting and chocking her
Before she knew it 3 men appeared
before her like they were on stand by
A night she would always remember
they ravashed and spoiled her
used her like a wet rag
A night of pain and humiliation
With film to capture this horrible moment
The man she loved and believed in
turned out to  be a snake/a monster

He started controlling her every move
said she had to pay him back
for everything he ever did for her
He tricked her out to hundreds of men
Threatened to **** her if she ever left
With no hope for a better life
She turned to drugs to dull the pain and anguish
Now an abused prositute crack *****
Abused in every form she thinks the only way out
is in the form of death

After 4 years of heartache and misery she finally had enough
She made the decision to give the last special gift, her life
The day of the gift giving she set everything up so it would be special
She wrote her last words and went to sleep
He found her the next morning in the tub surrounded by burnt down candles
Od'd on her drug of choice
with both wrist slit
She wanted to be sure
He read her final goodbyes
With her life in his hands the monster spiraled out of controlled
it haunted him til he couldnt take it no more
and ended his torment in a cloud of gunsmoke

QNA

Notice different vision of society.
A poor boy wishes for riches and wealth.
And the love of a beautiful woman.

He might creep,mess with the ugly duckling.
That until the model style tight comes along.
When he feels more comfortable with her on his arm.

The rich boy born to wealth dive into trouble.
Especially when it concern a woman.
Similar to politicians.
They tries to dabble under the table for satisfactory.

Maybe, with a mistress or two.
All the way down to a prositute.
Who keeps evidence of truth?
Or maybe have charm to convince their best friend spouse to play house.

Those without , seeks so much more.
Those with, seeks various joy.
Both all darlings to a high price lawyer.

Women, are more discreet.
They able to hide better the things they do.
In other words, men are just fools.

Rich boy loves to mingle.
Poor boy loves to tangle.
All they need is that special type lover

People see a ******.
God see what you can be?
People see a prositute
God see what you can be?
If you just believe.
Yes, if you just believe.

People see a alcoholic.
God see more in you.
Many of saints judge you.
As if they better than you.

But the Lord seeks sinners daily to break through.
If you just believe.
Yes, if you just believe.

People preach about the one that fell from grace.
Who once was in a high place?
God judge them harder cause they should be shoulder for you.
If just believe.
Oh, if you just believe.

Some within church makes you ponder why you visited in the first place?

All I try to do is make it another day its **** out here im to tired to get anything done i go to work on the way there stupid guys try to talk to me try to ask me if i have blues or if i want some if i have a guy if i need help how old i am if i want to make some quick money supposedly this seems to be the only use for my body it doesnt matter how i feel through out the day dont stop me and ask if im okay im not for sale my time or my waists the price you gave to offer is a shame for you to think as if every female is a prositute were not all the same you think most people cant put a price on love or virginity and theres people out there who can and will because greed and power are two incredibly dangerous powers having 1 or both could change someone loving into a cruel and sour person flashing money like its the thing to do teasing the homeless doesnt make you look cool how does the world manage to get worse everyday toddlers praying for there last day children who starve how is this all okay wont we help why is this something we wont change