She told herself,
She would grow old have children and forget.
But as the years went on,
She grew up ,
Out of the childish dream.
She could never forget,
She told herself.
She would die before she brought children into thias hateful world,
A world of lies, hurt and anger.
The same world that took her childhood away.
One horrible night,
One terrible man,
Took everything from her,
Her hopes, dreams, a normal life.
Now she lays there,
Thinking to herself,
What kind of God lets this world go on?

Ashley Whiteley