Little Sally sat down thinking,
Why was her fate left dangling?
All the shouting was too absurd
In her head, she's bothered
Petite as she may seem
Inside she's heating up; oh-the-steam!
Everyone thinks she's alright
A lifestory she wants to rewrite
Why can't she be like her best friend, Zack?
His family says they have his back
Little Sally cried silently inside
Hers weren't there to preside
When little Sally was five
Her life wasn't much alive
She witness all those beatings
And not understanding her feelings
No siblings to rely on
She took out her drawing block and crayon
Doodled out what's bottled up
Then she heard the word "lockup"
She started getting scared
Her father flared
Her mother just screamed
Ohno! Blasphemed!
Sirens wailing
Little Sally covered her ears; too blaring
She craves for happiness
Now that's all hopeless
Little Sally sat down thinking
Why is her fate left dangling?
It's been eight years
But one thing never seem to stop flowing; her tears
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