The Trodden Child
by Dennis Ennis
She sells herself, this weathered storm,
With beauty long since spent...
Her stem is worn her life is scorned,
Her soul is torn and bent...The road she treks, was it her choice?
Or a desire of fate?
Or maybe it was Satan's friend,
A parent filled with hate...Most people lay the blame on her,
Her parents they do too...
But no one else can see her past,
A past that's black and blue...So go ahead and be the judge
You're holier than thou,
But in the end the truth be told,
You'll pay the price somehow.....