• The body bag should never be that small
    The contact list of the girl so short
    The amount of suspects to suddenly fall
    As they drag the man to court

    Oh how did they find her on that day?
    How did they know where to go?
    Did someone call and finally say?
    That is something we will never know

    How that beautiful little girl
    Barely aged year three
    Gone from the earth with a twirl
    Her spirit now gone free

    Left nothing behind on that day
    Not even something like a name
    It was like she was there to decay
    Over all, it would be the same

    That man that she called father
    Killed his darling baby girl
    And it did not even bother
    Him enough to allow his lies to unfurl

    So even as he is condemned to dark
    Not even with this sentence
    Will the girl’s spirit spark
    For it was not even repentance.

    “Good bye sweet little baby
    Fly away while you may
    And maybe, just maybe
    You will be happy one day…”