I tell the tale of a troubled child
Her youth was long and very wild
She had no friends; she was alone
She was in pain but didn’t moan
She got some love then mommy died
Daddy killed her and then he lied
The household was there on for sale
Daddy left and went to jail
As an orphan she was sad
She missed her mom but not her dad
She was not to grow alone
So she was fostered by Aunt Joan
She was then harshly beat when rude
But at least with Joan she got some food
Late at night Aunt Joan was stabbed
The death was harsh and surely sad
And she this kid she was accused
While on trial she was abused
The verdict quick; the sentence long
She was so good; they had it wrong
She had been scared of what she’s seen
She was released at seventeen
She had a plan and that she knew
She killed Joan and her mother too
But I’m very glad that she got free
Cause that little girl used to be me
I’m saying this cause you’re my dad
What you did was very bad
I have a gun as you can see
Back to Juvy life for me