Left For Dead
They thought she was a loser
and they laughed at all her pain.
They chose to just ignore her
when she started to complain.
They took her so deep under
that she wondered if she'd live.
Then she heard a voice inside her
say she had so much to give.
They did just what they wanted.
They could hurt her everyday.
They could say she'll never make it
but she knew she'd break away.
They left her how they liked her
as she curled up in a ball.
Of course she couldn't stand up,
she was so very small.
The one thing that they gave her
was her faith she had in prayer.
That's all she ever needed
to begin her life out there.
They didn't know the favor
they had done for her instead.
They made her a survivor
when they left her there for dead.
Copyright © Mary Nagy | Year Posted 2006
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