Angela

by Lisa   Jun 30, 2005


Her mother's death was too much
Now he takes out his pain with every touch

He comes home drunk every night
Angry and out of control, wanting a fight

She tries to stay out of his way
But he is determined to make her pay

It's all her fault, at least in his mind
If you look deep enough there's more to find

The pain he could no longer endure
She covers his marks, making them obscure

Everyone could tell from first glance
They all had their chance

The neighbors hear
But they cowar away in fear

They all certainly know
But the don't want him as a foe

None were brave enough to put it to a stop
No one called the cops

They all sealed Angela's fate
They were too late

Now she is six-feet underground
And they all are left dumfound

Angela does not feel anymore pain
She sees the sun through the rain

She died at age seven
And now she is with her mother in heaven.

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