Little girl,

Fourteen years old.

Ran away,

Into the cold.

She couldn't stand life.

Wouldn't give up the knife.

She wanted on her own,

She left to be alone.

She left one night,

We didn't know.

Because her feelings,

She never showed.

She never knew we would care.

And she just walked away.

We knew we could not bear,

Losing her for just a day.

We cried and cried,

That night we died.

We found her that night.

She didn't even put up a fight.

God helped her drop the knife,

And He fixed her broken life.

*Thank you Dad*

9-16-09