She Was
She was walking home alone at night
She was happy her steps were light
She skipped into the darkest lane
She was a little girl she knew no pain
She feels their hands upon her lips
She feels their hands tight on her hips
She feels their hands covering her eyes
She feels their hands as her heart dies
She's walking home hurt and broken
Shs's walking home her innocence stolen
She'll never know happiness again
She'll never know anything but pain
She was…
… She’ll never be again
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