The Smoking Gun
 
She had dreams of her own...
But her innocence was ripped away...
She left home at sweet 16...
When he found her on  that day...

Dressed like a million bucks...
He promised her a place to stay...
All she would have to do...
Is be a star...He'd show her the way...

No stage for her performance...
Just alleys, filth and drugs...
What happened to love?
No warmth, no kisses, no hugs...
 

Years of torture and abuse...
Her spirit shattered and torn...
She still has dreams some days...
That she was never born...

Enough humiliation...
She sits, she cannot run...
She hears the sirens screaming...
And she holds the smoking gun...
 

~Angel~ 
(c) 05/28/04
Used with permission