See that Little girl with her skin gone cold
being laid to rest underneath
the ground laden with snow.

Blue eyes closed for the rest of time
face painted in an attempt to hide
that tragedy struck one so young.

Those who knew her stand in wait,
watching as each good bye is whimpered
through cold lips, a little too late.

No one notices the real problem though,
the man who sits next to her mother,
silently thanking a God he does not believe.

Thankful that the makeup and her dress
covers up the finger shaped bruises
that correlate with his hands, the cause of all this.

If only they knew the secrets that hide
behind those beautiful blue eyes
that held in the pain from her friends for so long.

So as they watch her disappear into the ground,
they almost forget that that’s no longer her,
just a shell she was in when she went through hell.

But now she’s free, the little girl who earned her wings
when she risked herself when she let her voice be heard
only to pay the ultimate price.

But tell me- was the price really that great
when it bought her a ticket out of herself
and the life she had no part in choosing.

See that Little girl with her skin gone cold
being laid to rest underneath
the ground laden with snow.

But you can’t call her a little girl anymore
when she’s been through so much,
more than you ever could know.