The Small Town Girl
She has an innocent look, one you cant reject and if you look deep into her eyes, her soul would reflect.
As you enter the town she is the first you would see, working very hard with her hands, for she had made up her mind never again to be the girl used and abused by every man;
Her past is stained, future almost at lost but now she is fighting to win at any cost, She now digs deep within to find that which was lost, like a run away slave never again to be caught;
She cries every night but never sheds a tear, because she is holding strong, and each time that memory does appears, she hums that blessed song,
“Amazing grace how sweet the song that saved a wretch like me, I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see”
Once held captive by the past, she is now heading home to be free, she dreams of that day when she cries no more and can shout for victory;
All the pain and struggles are tearing her apart and all that you cannot see, But she cries and prays night and day endlessly on her knees;
Not because she was violated at youth, she will let her past over come her, it is a fight to death as she tries to forget, but her tears always comfort her;
Nobody know what she is going through every day and every night, but if they knew half the struggles she was going through they still would not feel the fight;
She has an innocent look, one you cant reject and if you look deep into her eyes, her soul would reflect, But what you see is just a camouflage, so you can see what she wants you to see, as she fights her battles at nights when she is at home, fighting for her life as she stands alone and with each strike she humbly groans as pain rocks her feeble bones, but She is always comforted to know, that she is soon nearing home.
The Small Town Girl.