In Memory of Andrea
by
Kim Whitlock


Born into a vicious world
Never to be Daddy's Little Girl
Thrown in the wild to survive
This little girl of only five

She lived a life of nightmare dreams
Shaking with tormented screams
Alone and living in a lie
This little girl of only five

People stopped and only stared
Never thinking they should care
Now the chance has passed them by
For this child of only five

God has taken in His arms
A precious soul that was alone
Now she plays in the clouds on high
This little girl of only five