My Little Girl
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>My baby girl has grown up,
She will soon be fifteen years old.
The group home where she stayed,
Was becoming very cold.
At the begaining she like it there,
The other kids excepted her as a friend.
She got along very well,
Obeyed the rules to the end.
But as time moved on, things got rough,
Like most kids ,they would fight.
She was begaining to lose weight,
From staying awake all night.
Not eating right and not enough sleep,
She started to get run down.
Turning to drugs to keep her going,
As she hung around with boys down town.
So we though it best that she come back home,
We can help her see this through.
Getting her help from professional people,
Is all that a parent can do.
Its up to her to want to change,
Get her life back on track.
For if she kept going the way she was,
Her life would be a wreck.
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Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2009
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