Girl of sixteen
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn`t succeed
Thank the Lord
For small mercies
Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It`s always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays
I don`t want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God`s
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing
Girl of eighteen
Fell in love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine
Summer`s day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother`s eye