The sunlight is fading.
ice cream on the beach,
I was in the water wading,
No one could hear the screech.
Two tall men,
as I called them,
step out and called to me,
"come here little, tiny, girly,
we wanna make you pretty!"
momma never cared for me,
poppa wasn't there,
Yet momma looked at those two men and she began to glare.
I still remember what was in the back pocket,
of one of those two suspicious men,
My best friends locket,
the one he'd given to me then.
I told them to give it back,
But try with all my might,
the light was fading, their car was black,
I couldn't chase them through the night.
I liked that beach. We never went there again.
