When she died young

They said it was sad,
when she died young.
For who, is this sadness?
For who, was the fun?

Hiding the pain,
that cut through her heart.
Pretending the love,
was doing its part

Painting a smile,
upon the face.
All of the whores,
dressed up in lace

The cycle repeats
please people, rebel
Pleased, they smile.
Angry, they Yell.

Wipe up your tear,
dry out your eyes.
for today is the day,
she is free from your lies!

The shame of your actions,
a heavy coat to wear.
You placed it on a child,
as her cross to bare.

Don't be sad for the soul,
crossing this dawn.
Be sad for the lies,
this family is built on.

Hide your shame,
so the neighbours don't see
when it leaches over there
what will be, will be

Who can own their part
Stand and make amends
for you can rape your family
but you should not rape your friends

BjM
9-12-10