• She tried to warn her teachers,
    She tried to warn her friends;
    She tried to let the truth escape
    to them it made no sense.

    Her dad said she deserved it
    and she started to believe
    that she was really a bad girl
    who needed to be beat.

    Her father had his methods
    to punish her bad deeds;
    Her father said the discipline
    is all she ever needs.

    She felt she was a demon
    yet she flew just like a dove;
    she felt that every kick and hit
    was his idea of love.

    And yet that other side of her
    would tell her that he's wrong;
    That he was telling her all lies
    or had been all along...

    Her father was a hero
    and yet he was so cruel;
    She didn't know which one to pick,
    or even which was true.

    She dreads the long ride home
    as she sits on the large bus;
    kids look at her and walk away
    an image of disgust.

    A Lonely Girl with bruises
    from her thighs up to her breasts;
    She never had a summer
    where she really got to rest.

    She's learned to hold her breath so well
    for long period's of time...
    As her father pushed her in the tub
    ... her life was on the line.

    Her fake friend's didn't trust her
    when she said she was abused.
    And she knew that she was too shy
    to even show a bruise.

    When she gained the strength to tell
    one friend she loved the most,
    her friend went to the office
    ... and the office called her home.

    Her father denied and laughed it off,
    there was no further look;
    But it seemed just that one call
    was all the influence it took.

    A normal ride back to her house
    prepared to be hit hard;
    The Lonely Girl did not expect
    to not make it that far.

    she took the four steps off the bus
    and looked up at the sky;
    she hoped for all the strength she'd need
    to make it through the night.

    She walked up all the stairs;
    six that led to the front door.
    She'd never thought he'd hurt her
    more than he hurt her before.

    She stuck her key inside the lock;
    "It's open... that's odd?" she thought.
    Slowly she pushed the door ajar,
    and felt a pain inside her heart.

    She looked down where she's standing,
    standing on a blood-stained floor;
    ...her heart was flowing freely;
    she hurt more now than before.

    Standing in her blood
    She looks up to see a gun.
    Held by her abusive father
    ... with a smile on.

    Yet, she saw compassion,
    as she looked into his eyes
    and crumpled down onto the floor
    struggling to hold onto life.

    The pain was so unbearable
    the worst she'd ever felt
    it was not the bullet that had killed her
    but her father's cold betrayal.

    And on the blood-stained floor she died
    not a tiny drop of life...
    and the daughter's father still stood there
    his daughter's eyes so cold... so lost...
    ...so lonely..