Nobody realized that she was gone,
A sad story that went wrong,
A quarrel that turned into a fight,
Now she lies there, broken out of sight.
It was a wrong time, wrong place.
Another forgotten face,
She lies there ready to have her fate sealed.
She lies there, stamped, and concealed.
Nobody know the truth of what really happened that night.
There was no passersbyes in sight.
So ya, there's a story, but Nobody to tell it to the law.
Her dead body, is what they saw.
Her fragile hands hanging on a tree.
Her soul ready to be let free.
Someday, maybe more proof will appear.
Maybe somewhere, someone will hold back their fears.
She has a story but Nobody to talk about it.
Just a body, lying dead stiff.
Maybe this was her fate written in stone.
Maybe that night she wasn't alone.
Her words,
Maybe have hurt,
Maybe someone has news about what really happened that night.
It's her story, her rights.
©terrylin53
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