Hidden inside, was a small girl
Sighing and crying, from a bad world

In the woods she's alone, in a small house
Living forever, with no air to shout.

Being a month with nothing to eat,
And every day a man comes to beat.

Why won't they love her? What has she done?
She's scared that she'll die, in front of no one.

Dried blood on her mouth from no water or food,
two dead on the floor all beaten with crude.

And not to mention, the ones that are dead,
Her mom and her dad, with wounds in their head.

A knock on the door, in comes the old man,
and knife and a gun are in his old hands.

He blindly swings, and she ducks just in time,
Before he could commit his unlawful crime.

But he does it again, with a crack to her head
And a pop from his gun, she lay down in red.

Her small little heart broken from hate,
And no one to love her. No hand to take.