There's a picture of a girl
In a beautiful heart-shaped frame
That I keep next to my bedside
Lest I forget her name.
Her hair was sleek and shiny,
Her eyes were bright and blue,
Her rosebud lips were smiling,
Her innocence shone through.
The day that photo was taken
The sun lit up the sky,
Her laughter abundantly filled the room,
There was a twinkle in her eye.
Her happiness and friendliness
Were a joy to those she met,
She loved with all of her heart;
A heart that hadn't been broken yet.
Until one day, without warning,
A policeman took me aside
And broke the tragic news to me;
Last night that girl had died.
She had only been 19 years old,
The same age, in fact, as me.
She had her whole life ahead of her,
That now she will not see.
Her life had been stolen away from her
Upon the whim of an angry man,
19 short years and then she was gone;
Could this really have been God's plan?
I slowly look down at her body,
Flinching at each cut and bruise;
A shell of the person who once was here,
Who fought back, but was destined to lose.
I weep for her loss every day of my life,
Wishing that she were still here,
Hoping each phone call, each knock at the door
Would bring her to reappear.
These days when I look in the mirror
I sometimes see her looking back;
The blue eyes, sleek hair, rosebud lips
Appear for a moment, then crack.
The girl that had died that awful night
Had forever lost her soul,
Yet her body survived that vicious attack
And could never be consoled.
