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Comming Up

January 6, 2012
By JoshMW BRONZE, Conover, North Carolina
JoshMW BRONZE, Conover, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"The world no longer let me love, My hopes and treasures lie above"-Anne Bradstreet


Tears streaming from the little girl’s eyes,
No mommy or daddy in sight,
The little girl’s mind filled with memories,
Of her mother’s and father’s fights.

“I never loved you and I never will,”
Her father said as he left through the front door,
“He’s just mad honey, he loves me very much”
But the little girl cried even more.

The little girl with nowhere to go holds on to hope,
The little girl with no parents in sight could only cry,
The little girl with no love in her heart could never gain happiness,
No matter how hard she tried.

“Mommy will be right back honey,”
Were the last word she heard her mother say,
Her mother went to the bathroom and put a gun to her head,
One shot later and Christmas was made a mournful holiday.

The little girl with nowhere to go holds on to hope,
The little girl with no parents in sight could only cry,
The little girl with no loves in her heart could never gain happiness,
No matter how hard she tried.

The little girl looked at the road ahead,
And hoped a car would come and end her time,
Lying on the road like it was a bed,
She awaited a deep sleep, a sleep so fine.

The little girl with nowhere to go holds on to hope,
The little girl with no parents in sight could only cry,
The little girl with no loves in her heart could never gain happiness,
No matter how hard she tried.

The little girl with closed eyes continued to hope,
But the car never came,
Tired of waiting she opened her eyes,
And there a helping hand was, to take her away from her shame.

Maybe hope is still alive.


The author's comments:
I was walking to the bus stop today and wondered what would happen if i just layed on the street. Would someone come to help me or would they just run over me. As curious as I was to find out I have common sense not to try it. The "little girl" in the ballad was not planned at all. I wonder why i kept her in it . Something about it just felt right. I hope people will see that that little girl is everyone at different times. Tragic events occur in everyone's life and everyone could be laying on the road. But how many could offer a helping hand?

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