Up a hill through the tress lies a small grave
A memorial to a life no one bothered to save
A runaway street-kid, did she deserve to die?
Her death unmourned by the tourists that pass by
The night before Christmas in an empty seaside town
The poor girl screamed as her killer chased her down
Up a hill through the trees, her innocence he took
Tears streamed down her face, from fear and pain she shook
On that spot they sat, the killer and his prey
No one heard her scream as he took her life away
When i was on vacation we found this little memorial on a hill next to this beachside path and after asking around we foun out a girl had been murdered there. I couldnt get it out of my head and it really affected me for some reason so I wrote this. Please tell me what you think.
