Side to side she sways around
From her, not a whisper,
Not even a sound
Her face so pale,
No life to see
She walks, she moves,
Like a creature, Like a zombie.
Too and Fro she passes by
With no sparkle, no glimmer
No life in her eyes
Wandering around from space to space
Not sure of her purpose, her plan, or place.
Squish, squash is the disturbing sound
That her bare feet makes,
As they touch the moist ground.
Is she mad? Is she serious?
Were the shouts that came from the crowd
She never turned to face them,
Her gaze forward bound.
Tick, Tock the perfect Rhythm
As she moved across
Face now grief stricken
Terrified and mortified at what she had just done
She could have had a daughter, or maybe a son
Tears now welled up as the rain began to fall
She was headed for the cliff
Just beyond the brick wall
It serves her right,
Exclaimed the town
For what she had done
She deserved much more
Twenty Five, Twenty Four, Twenty three steps more
She could see her way out
She could see the open door
Soon it would be over
Soon the pain would end
Soon no one would be able to hurt her
Soon they would be reunited again
Four, Three, Two, One
Its time, Be brave,It must be done
To rid this earth of its greatest failure
I must face my fear
I must move over
"To all of you that I have hurt
I am sorry, For what its worth"
And that was that
She disappeared
Over the cliff
Smiling from ear to ear
The crowd gasped
In shock and horror
They could not believe
What they witnessed that hour
Is she dead? Did she do it?
Were the silly remarks
That came from the crowd, of the town of Lenmax
If only they knew, that they were the cause
Of this poor girl, taking her cross.
Over a cliff and too her death
Unable to live with the guilt, pain and distress
You see she was so innocent
At the age of fifteen
But that was raped away from her
By the village fiend
A man of power, of status and class
A man with a family, a man with a past
No one believed her, as she tried to tell,
Of the pain she endured, the suffering, the hell.
And if that wasn't a bad enough thing
Imagine her depression, when she began experiencing
Sickness of the morning, cramps and so
When her belly began to show,
She was labelled a whore.
She cried, she screamed, She hurt inside
As everyday, a piece of her died
What do I do, What do I say?
How do I make, this problem go away
She found the solution, on the internet of course
She would get rid of it, No matter the cost
And indeed she did, That very same day
She went to someone, who took the problem away
Now filled with the guilt, remorse and shame
She would go for a walk, but oh the pain
So Four, Three, Two, One
Its time, Be Brave, It must be done
If ony this young girl had met the Son
Who redeemed us, loves us, Bought us at a price
Its because of Him, we have eternal life
Had she met the Father of all Fathers
Who's unconditional love supercedes all others
Had she met the Comforter The Healer, The Friend.
Would that day, been her end.
From her, not a whisper,
Not even a sound
Her face so pale,
No life to see
She walks, she moves,
Like a creature, Like a zombie.
Too and Fro she passes by
With no sparkle, no glimmer
No life in her eyes
Wandering around from space to space
Not sure of her purpose, her plan, or place.
Squish, squash is the disturbing sound
That her bare feet makes,
As they touch the moist ground.
Is she mad? Is she serious?
Were the shouts that came from the crowd
She never turned to face them,
Her gaze forward bound.
Tick, Tock the perfect Rhythm
As she moved across
Face now grief stricken
Terrified and mortified at what she had just done
She could have had a daughter, or maybe a son
Tears now welled up as the rain began to fall
She was headed for the cliff
Just beyond the brick wall
It serves her right,
Exclaimed the town
For what she had done
She deserved much more
Twenty Five, Twenty Four, Twenty three steps more
She could see her way out
She could see the open door
Soon it would be over
Soon the pain would end
Soon no one would be able to hurt her
Soon they would be reunited again
Four, Three, Two, One
Its time, Be brave,It must be done
To rid this earth of its greatest failure
I must face my fear
I must move over
"To all of you that I have hurt
I am sorry, For what its worth"
And that was that
She disappeared
Over the cliff
Smiling from ear to ear
The crowd gasped
In shock and horror
They could not believe
What they witnessed that hour
Is she dead? Did she do it?
Were the silly remarks
That came from the crowd, of the town of Lenmax
If only they knew, that they were the cause
Of this poor girl, taking her cross.
Over a cliff and too her death
Unable to live with the guilt, pain and distress
You see she was so innocent
At the age of fifteen
But that was raped away from her
By the village fiend
A man of power, of status and class
A man with a family, a man with a past
No one believed her, as she tried to tell,
Of the pain she endured, the suffering, the hell.
And if that wasn't a bad enough thing
Imagine her depression, when she began experiencing
Sickness of the morning, cramps and so
When her belly began to show,
She was labelled a whore.
She cried, she screamed, She hurt inside
As everyday, a piece of her died
What do I do, What do I say?
How do I make, this problem go away
She found the solution, on the internet of course
She would get rid of it, No matter the cost
And indeed she did, That very same day
She went to someone, who took the problem away
Now filled with the guilt, remorse and shame
She would go for a walk, but oh the pain
So Four, Three, Two, One
Its time, Be Brave, It must be done
If ony this young girl had met the Son
Who redeemed us, loves us, Bought us at a price
Its because of Him, we have eternal life
Had she met the Father of all Fathers
Who's unconditional love supercedes all others
Had she met the Comforter The Healer, The Friend.
Would that day, been her end.
