In the dark streets
She was there again
Trapped by the chains
Desperately crying out in pain
Lonely
The knife cuts deep
The blood pours out
He holds the trigger
But does not shoot
The man with the gun.
Pale white face
Stained with blood
He says to her
It's for her own good
Beaten
Forced into this
She had no choice
Her family did this
Her future is lost to
The man with the temper.
The phone was ringing
He was out
The answer machine came on
Big. Happy. Voice.
Hi we are here
To help you
To show you support
After all you've been through
The voice with the promise.
He let the chains go
He walked out the door
Frozen, she waited
Then took her chance
FREEDOM
She ran down the street
Not seen for years
Told the right people
Heard by the right ears
The girl with the mistake?
She sits in the room
Shaking with fear
He is dragged passed her
He whispers in her ear
Threatened
This is not the end
Far from it now
They will come for you
You better watch out
The 'man' with the words.
The courtroom was silent
She tried to speak out
The terrible stories
The horrible scars
Reminded
His eyes were angry
As he went down
Her last living memory
She saw stepping down
The girl with the chance.
The dirt on the floor
The foul stench of hate
The inmates spat
They put up there hands
Consequence
The rest of his life
Spent in this place
See no one ever
Not her blooded face
The man in the cell.
On the floor she lay
Crying and shaking
Floor stained with her blood
Eyes slowly closing
Losing
Pulling the trigger
The room was silent
So breathing her
Last breath she died
The girl with the gun.
