The young girl walking through the streets

Thinking back on all of her defeats.

She recalled all the screams and tears,

Remembering again all of her fears.

Remembering the times she couldn’t prevail

Trying and trying, always to fail.

She, her town, her family despised

Seemingly always plotting her demise.

She always dreamt of a better life

One lacking all of her many strife’s

Her tears fell, thinking of her long lost love

One who was comparable to a dove.

Then in the streets she saw a boy lying

He left his mother, there she was crying

She screamed, she wept and prayed

Asking God’s help, hoping he’d stayed.

The young girl ran after the child

Though it was hard, for he was quite wild

Fretfully so, he was too fast, too far ahead,

For when she caught up the boy lay dead.

For not watching while he ran across tar

He was battered by a fast flying car

As she carried him home she heard the bells

Signaling to her she was truly in hell.

She, the bearer of deaths mortal hold

The child’s pale skin was not yet cold.

His mother was silently weeping

For his soul she was no longer keeping.

His mother toward her, emitted a hiss

While giving her sweet baby one last kiss.

From the young girl only one tear would fall

No longer could she stand straight and tall.

To her a decision had to be made,

To her, a debt must surely be paid.

She walked to the vender and stood on her toes

For her self she bought a beautiful red rose.

From up in the sky came down white snow

Now it is time the young girl does know.

As she lay down she said a soft prayer

Knowing in Heaven Jesus would care.

The young girl fell asleep on the dark street

Knowing at last, the world, she did defeat.