Too Good For This World

A poor little blonde girl, died today
Her last poor words was "Please let me pray"
Her blood was Christian, and eyes was blue
Her hair was white and her body too
No one knew her, not even her dad
The boys in the school was evil and bad

She jumped from a bridge, into the sea
Never before have she felt so free
But nobody cared that she was gone
Cause in this world she was on her own.
The sea will roar, the wind will blow
Something not even her parents know

She was too good, for this little life
She’ll never grow up and be someone’s wife
No one understood her, and nobody cared
All who were close to her, ran away in fear.
She wore black clothes and had a chain
Around her neck, around her hand

Outside a church stands a grave
"The one that’s dead was very brave"
No one knew who wrote this on the stone
All they knew is that it was none of her own.
Not her parents, not her friends
This is where the poem ends