On top of the hill with a saint painted on the side,
There lays a lost child, looking over the town so wild
Her sweet eyes cried.
Parents can leave any emptiness inside.

Her pain can’t be pushed away,
Left to deal with some other day.
Her scar can’t be taken away,
On her back it shall remain.

Her hand dirty from the climb to the top,
She tried, and gave it all she got.
But the price she paid,
A debt never stoped.
A child left alone and robbed.

The greater have respect,
While losers just expect.
A battle that never ends,
While the rough holler they would win,
The godly pray for judgement day,
While it all seams a little like devil play.

The change that’s coming it is not a phase.
Her pavement is being paved,
She is out trying to change the world in an amazing way.

Hells playground left to rot.
She grew to help more then to haunt.