Another girl with a pretty face

Trying to get away so she changes her pace

She begins to run the race of life hoping she can succeed

She only hopes he can fufill her needs

In an alleyway behind her house

They undress her with their eyes,she goes and hides.

Only to have the hair snatched and pulled as they tear her blouse

Her life changed forever, they leave her beaten and hopeless

She is broken without a reason to live

A black eye she must give

Young, shattered and ropeless

When will we take a stand?



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