One blow, two blows, three blows, four
How much more can she endure
Hate is all she's getting now
She prays that god will save her somehow.
One hit, two hits, three hits, four
The fifth ones coming and she'll hit the floor
A few more breathes is all she'll take
For tomorrow morning she will not wake
One flower, two flowers, three flowers, four
They'll all be laid on a tiny coffin door
For a fragile soul will be buried today
Untouched and unseen she'll now be ok
One year, two years, three years, four
Her so called parents will be serving many more
Their beatings through which their child suffered
Death
Now they'll have time to think of their little girl
ELIZABETH
