That crimson truck
Stands in the drive way
It's the same one she sees
Every now and than, but today
She comes in the door
Pretty red hair in pigtails
And blue eyes staring up at him
Anger and confusion of a eleven yr old
Words that she regretts
Wish you would just go away
And now, she doesn't see that truck
In this lonely driveway, she waits patiently
She grows wiser and colder
That blame just getting stronger
When she stands in that driveway
And looks to the sky, asking God why
But she doesn't get an answer
Knowing Lucifer laughs in her face
And these scars reminds her of her mistakes
Nineteen years old
And she stands by a grave
Anger rising up, she kicks at the name
She throws down the flowers and asks why
She stares up at the sky
When she drops to her knees
In a once-in-a-lifetime, she prays
I'm just a eleven year old
Who said what she shouldn't have
And she paid with her love and her tears
If you could and if you may
I'd be a believer if you ever would
Just lay this young, naive soul to rest
She's eleven again
And she wonders why
How could they say
To that one broken little girl
That Daddy just isn't coming home
Nineteen...
And she's still waiting |
Submission Name: Eleven
