Everyday she walked to school,
If she complained she was called a fool
Nobody knew all the pain she had to hold
From when Daddy was home and when she got too bold.

Why didn't we notice the bruises she bore
Both on the outside, and inside her core?
The signs were there, for all to see,
Who were we to say that it couldn't be?

Every night that little girl prayed,
That somehow, someday, she would be saved.
That daddy would stop inflicting the pain
That someday he'll see the pain gives him no gain.

Now we stand staring at her new hole in the ground
Thinking of how she could have be saved, if we made a sound.
Our prayers for her life, are now in vain
For the young girl our ignorance has slain.