The Streets of Hell

All is silent in the dead of night, except for the sound of a child’s weeping
A small vulnerable girl lies crying in the graveyard
All around her the world is sleeping
But she lie awake alone and frightened, and away from the happy world from which she feels barred.

It was not fate that made her life fall apart
It was simply the doing of a cold man who never owned a heart
Her mother is dead, her brother in jail
Which made her an easy target for that man watching by the rail

With hungry eyes he watched the auburn hair blow
Drawn to the red coat and the flesh on show
She was unmindful in playing, lost in his game
Where predator hunts prey and she learnt the rules weren’t the same

His footsteps echoed as the rain poured down
This poor little girl was approached and taken away from her home town
She was then condemned to a life of misery and confusion
By that man who told her life was simply an illusion

Cold and alone she ran through the streets of hell
Wishing she could open her heart but there was no one to tell
Night after night she lie in doorways or anywhere her body was hauled
And there she was brutally beaten and mauled

All is silent in the dead of night, except for the sound of a child’s weeping
The ghost of a small vulnerable child lay crying in the graveyard
All around her the world is sleeping
Her body is lifeless, still and cold, now entering the world from which she is no longer barred.