Knife Catcher

Poor little knife catcher Only wanted love Something no one could give her Not as small as a hug The black on her face shows sorrow The red on her hands shows pain But poor little knife catcher Caught them all night and all day Dreary were her eyes Black were her lips Harmful was the belt Wrapped around her waist Tears ran from heaven Flame arose from hell How can you just let her be She is slowly killing herself Poor little knife catcher Needed someone to hold But to our surprise All she did was withhold Poor little knife catcher I will heal your wounds I will give you someone to love Instead of knives catch spoons