Hazel eyes don't deserve to cry.
Little girls shouldn't want to die.
Loving mother's shouldn't have to see
Their little baby
Hanging from a tree.
Yet all we things we have to learn.
The world, quite frankly,
Doesn't care.
You scream and cry,
You don't understand.
The life was taken,
How can you still stand?
Your eyes glass over,
And finally you see
It wasn't me,
It was she.
Society is the she that never will care.
It will strip you of worth and wear and tear.
Now, don't you see, my lovely,
You are not the reason.
It is they who are committing treason.
Now sleep, my darling.
Don't worry about a thing.
Everything will be okay when the morning light sings.
