Misconception of a Child

The leaves rustle in mayhem
something disrupted the dead..
Grave stones have been broken
another child has again bleed..

A weeping soul hides in fear
as you can hear her whimper..
A broken daughters lullaby
nothing seems more simpler..

She's been raped and abused
but no one seems to really care..
For no one had protected her
for she's alone no one's there..

Sleeves hide her pale arms
hiding the marks of her sins..
Protected by her razor blade
she paints a portrait on her skin..

For she's just a lonely daughter
who's life was stolen from her..
Happiness has been replaced
and there seems to be no cure..

Walking with her head held low
people think she's just a fake..
Not knowing she would trade it all
her happiness back she would take.

For she misses her child hood
the years seem to be fading away..
As her life spirals down this hill
she has no more strength to pray..

This is just a misconception of a child
one who signs we all have ignored..
Abandoned and confused she lays
dead on this cold rugged floor..

As the leaves rustle like mayhem
suicide leaves this broken coil..
Under the weeping willow her stone lies
as blood slowly seeps through the soil..