Blasphemous Rumours
Girl of 16Whole life ahead of herSlashed her wristsBored with lifeDidn't succeedThank the lordFor small mercies
Fighting back the tearsMother reads the note again16 candles burn in her mindShe takes the blameIt's always the sameShe goes down on her kneesAnd prays
I don't want to startAny blasphemous rumoursBut I think that God'sGot a sick sense of humourAnd when I dieI expect to find Him laughing
Girl of 18Fell in love with everythingFound new lifeIn Jesus ChristHit by a carEnded upOn a life support machine
Summer's dayAs she passed awayBirds were singingIn the summer skyThen came the rainAnd once againA tear fellFrom her mother's eye