She was a beautiful girl
With flower petals around her eyes
Many sad pictures they’ve seen,
This life was born into lies…
She was created by love
And had a pure little heart…
Yet, before she turned seventeen,
Her face was far from His art.
If the house, she lived in, had eyes and ears
It would hear constant weeping
It would witness her tears.
Thus, her soul embraced many a crime
Pictures she saw changed who she was –
No, it wasn’t just time…
Just like her mum, she too became wild
She quit school at thirteen
At fourteen, she was carrying a child.
She gave birth and her baby away
Since then, she’s been drinking, every single day.
She tried many evils, under the Sun…
And she run, she run – like a wild horse she run.
While searching for love and for an escape
She became familiar with the pain of rape.
So, she run even faster, but could not run away
Until… she yielded and started to pray…
Only then, she knew she was truly heard.
He sounded unlike the others, who yelled,
Punched her belly and slapped her face…
There was only love within His embrace.
It washed her mind and erased her curse.
Now, she was ready to embrace His verse.
She became His child. She was fifty, by then.
The world had told her she’s worthless,
and yet… He bought her…
His Life was the Price!
They studied wrinkles she had acquired