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Took a walk just the other day

Down to the river to skip some stones

What I found were a lot of cars

Red and blue lights spinning round and round



They found her there, near the waters edge

Another body wasted away

Drifted down from some other place

Is what I heard someone else say



I wondered what happened to her

How did this all come about?

I felt so angry over the loss

It was all I could do not to shout



I can’t look away

I can’t see her lying there

I can’t help but want to cry



She was just someone’s little girl

Misunderstood like all the runaways

Living from money earned on the street

This is all they’ll remember to the end of days



Oh my my



This is such a fucking shame

To know that someone’s playing a game

She didn’t mean anything

She didn’t mean anything



To him

To her

To anyone



It’ll happen again here or there

How can I stop this from happening?

My stomach can’t handle the thought of it

I can’t do anything.



I can’t go down to the river again

Her ghost I can feel all around me

Please listen and do what’s right

When children talk open your eyes and see.



The pain

The hurt

The laugh

The smile



I can’t go down to the river again.