Her Spirit is Her Song

HER SPIRIT
Little lost girl,
Yes, she's truly a rare gem,
No one to love her,
No one on whom she can depend.
Since she was just a child,
She has been all alone,
No family, no friends,
No place to call home.
She has a heart of gold
So beautiful and bold
Keeps her head held high
Singing songs that come from her soul.
Her daddy's in jail
Her mother’s a mess.
Her spirit so honest and pure
Qualities no one can possess.
She lives her life day by day
Sing songs from the top of her head
"Well there little lady you got yourself quite a voice"
A mysterious man said.
He said he'd care for if she were to go with him
He'd give her food and shelter with a nice warm bed.
But it was all a lie
He raped her and beat her and left her for dead.
When they found her
She was so weak
In the hospital they recognized her
And asked if she's the girl that sings songs in the street.
She replied yes with a great big smile
Some recognition at last.
When the nurse asked her what kept her going
She simply replied "With all that has happened,
I only look foward never the past."