I sit here as an american
What are we fighting for?
The thought of freedom?
A message of hope?
I come into the world as a passage of that hope
I hear a story of a young lady only 16
Her life ended in what everyone thought was misery
She was raped
Then her throat slit
THis is not a life that I would call american fit
Her name was holly and a beauty she was
young and hopeful with friends not only above
Passionate to life yet a brother in law took it in the light
One thing he did not know
He never got her soul
The one thing that brought everything about her he never felt
The friends who miss her can feel all to well
I raise my beer in one last rejoice
Holly lived a life her friends can remember and know it was her choice
Time comes and go and we meet all types
I have had a few pass away in my life
The one thing I remember is that laugh
That was a moment they wont ever forget
That smile could pierce for a mile
That love you can feel it from above
SHe know she is missed
But she also knows what the comfort of a true man(Jesus) holds
THat peace she feels
God I cant wait
I cant wait til I can see hollys soulful face
THis is for one dear girl
I hope in time you can all feel her soulful appeal
Chronykle
P.S. To her friends I hope you can feel peace in the fact I have lost many to death. This in no means is a bad thing. It is a sad thing. But also remember when I write my anger does come out and I hope you know it is not at you but at the lousy son of a bitch I would pray to see in hell. That is our payback. Sorry god
Heaven Needed Another Angel
R.I.P Baby Girl, I love you always and forever. From Brittany
July 16th, 1990 - September 15th, 2006
