This is what you drove her to
This is what you made her do
You kept at her
Each and every day
Now I hope you pray
She never done anything in return
Now her parents yearn
She was a good little girl
Her blonde hair, it would curl
To be looked at with those beautiful blue eyes
It was like a wonderful prize
No longer will those eyes witness
The horrible mess
The mess you put her through
No one would have ever knew
That she was capable
Of such a thing
Now this beautiful little girl spreads her wing
And she flies to heavens gate
She was never one to hate.
