Staring at a stranger

Un-aware of the danger

Lurking at every door

Soon she'll be lying on the floor

How will you react?

When you've seen she's been attacked?

Just think, poor little child

Trying not to wonder what made her father so riled

So very angry, bad, fierce, mad

But you don't wonder you just shake your head

It's so sad

What will you do if she turns up dead?

Why do YOU have to be the one next door?

Couldn't she live on some other floor?

Why do you have to be in the middle?

Every night you hear that fiddle

The little girl is playing her violin

Her Father thinks it's a vile sin

You hear the door handle rattle

The little girl starts to babble

Some excuse she has used many times before

As you hear the slam of the door

Staring at a stranger

Long ago, she learned the danger

Lurking at every door

Soon she will be on the floor

This will be the same as before

Something for you to ignore

You pretend not the hear the strife

Things like this don't happen in real life

Why do you have to be the one next door?

To much for you to endure

Now the girl is thirteen years old

She is timid, never bold

Such a pretty girl, such a sweet face

She is beautiful in any place

But it's hard to see

What she could ever be

Because her beauty is masked by cuts and bruises

She always loses

Long sleeves, turtlenecks, makeup, and a phony smile

This girl pretends to be in denial

Just like you

But her eyes are black and blue

Why do you have to see her every day?

Cut and bruised in every way?

Why don't you live on another floor?

Why do you have to be the man next door?

Don't you think she wonders too?

Don't you think she wishes it wasn't you?

She is 5 foot 9 and weighs 72

Her sad life is all too true

The little girl looks up at you, sad blue eyes

Begging you to save her every time she cries

It's up to you, make the call

Someone has to catch her or she'll fall

You can be anonymous

Can't you take a chance at this?

It's free to you to free her

Can't you see her life's in danger?

But what do you do?

Nothing, it's too much worry for you

You might be wrong

She might belong

Staring at a stranger

Long ago, she learned the danger

Lurking at every door

Soon she will be on the floor

This will be the same as before

Something for you to ignore

You pretend not the hear the strife

Things like this don't happen in real life

Why do you have to be the one next door?

Well, don't worry any more...

The apartment is full of commotion

Paramedics work with devotion

Pale little girl, blue eyes stare at the ceiling

Her father weeps to whoever is listening

You ask if she will be okay

A doctor looks at you and says, "Sorry sir, she died today."

Why couldn't you have cared a little bit more?

Why did YOU have to be the one next door?

© Ravyn Crescent