Her name was Aurora
She was only five
But this is what happened
When she was still alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom an addict
Her parents always kept her
Locked in the attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And was missing some hair

She always talked to it
When no one was around
She'd lay there and hug it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents came home
And unlocked the door
Some more and more pain
She'd have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
How could she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs for her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a sad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For all that she did

Then one fateful night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As the hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
It was one that she made

She thrust the blade
In the little girl's chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless little pest!"

Then the mom walked out
And left the girl slowly dying
She grabbed for her bear
And again started crying

The Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
it was silent as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms