The Girls

Life is a mystery A journey into the unknown You will treat her mean Your eyes say it all You look with your lust drooling down Like a dog going mad Wild in the street You grab at her cheek And growl with a dirty bad bone She is not a slave to you She is not your concubine Someone discarded when done In a moment life flashes by you become another leaf in the wind She cried Burnt are her dreams Charred by your rage Memory scarred The nightmares are burning her mind She did have a smile You stole it that day Wiped it from her face You damaged her life As you left her like trash in the lane Leaving her to wither in pain You bastard Know there are girls Survivors growing strong in every way There are girls