The Hidden Truth

THE HIDDEN TRUTH He picked her up and threw her, broke every bone Then upon her small body, he then began to stone It was more than a miracle that she even survived All these years; she is still waiting to become alive He left her high and dry, left her standing all alone She came through life without any real love shown Threw her to dogs and then she took all his shame He wasn't really prepared to take any of the blame You could hear him laughing, he's hidden his crime Still waiting all these years, to collect on her dimes He had trapped her, so, no one, could see the truth And she was way to long gone waiting on the proof They buried her last April, alas, no one really cared But, upon him those nightmares were never spared He, was found dead alone; a confession in his hand It was only then, to those, who did not, understand You; cannot get away with, the murdering of a soul Her death had been worth it; as proof was her goal Indiana Shaw . . . "All left to the imagination, what did he do" . . . : /