As I sit in my room and cry,
I think about your murder and wonder why,
I thought things were going well,
But I guess your life was a living Hell,
Your dad was abusive, your mom was a drunk,
They found your mangled body in the trunk,
Some people don't know that murder is a sin,
I hope you know I turned them in,
Now you're gone and you can be free,
I hope you knew you were loved by me,
You died at the age of seven,
But you'll be taken care of in Heaven.