To all the children who never returned home.
by Yami Tenshi
Little Annie didn't know,
Only her heart was made of gold.
So when she was offered candy,
She hopped into his car with glee.
We know he hurt her before she died,
We know he beat her as she cried.
But little Annie didn't know,
Some people's hearts are made of stone.
We know she was buried in dirt and silence,
We know she was confused by the violence.
But could Annie just not see?
Don't trust the man with car and candy.