(Dedicated to Alisha...with MUCH Love,always.)

(By SweetGirl)

In a house we knew-was not a "home"

So your Journey continued-when set free to roam.

Different crowds-people so new

A billion dreams-you set out to do.

A girl,still young-forced to grow

Your time had come-it was time to go.

An Act of Prejudice-as you were shoved out the door

No kiss Goodbye-no "GoodLuck"to explore.

Naieve and sweet-a man had his turn

What you thought was Love-was just a burn.

You carried his child-as you carried your Shame

Made to believe-you'd lost that Game.

Feeling alone-no parents to care

You suffered through Labor-a daughter you'd bare.

She wasnt enough-to heal your Heart

For a girl,so young-so torn apart.

You began,once again-to find level ground

You shared with me-new hopes you'd found.

It's so messed up-as I sit here and write

About your Life-about your Fight.

It's so messed up-when your Hopes were so high

Why'd you get in that car-why did you die?

It's so messed up-the words They would say

"She was so messed up-she lost her way".

You're more than that-and I know inside

THEY are the reasons-all your dreams died.

I cherish our memories-the way you'd smile

Our late-night talks--were SO worthwhile.

It's so messed up-that only memories can share

Locked up as Treasures-I'll keep them there.

I hope to meet you-in a Virtual Dream

The 2 of us,again-a team.

It's so messed up-you were always so brave

It's so messed up-as I cry on your grave.