Look at her so broken and hurt, laying there with her face covered in dirt. Look at her crying all those tears with the knowladge that she was slowly dying through the years. Once a child of youthful beauty living so loving and free, now a child she will always be, but one without love or beauty or the ability to be free. Beaten so long, wondering what she had done wrong. Ignored and alone with nowhere to go, she had no home. Look at her, what once was beauty is now a face all bruised and scarred. 'Oh you poor young beauty do come to me, i will take you from your pain.' 'Come to me for i shall set you free.' Look at the pain in her eyes, listen to her tortured cries. Look upon the pain you caused, in somone so mild. Look and you will see a torn and broken child.