Tossing and turning in her sleep
For it’s hard what she keeps
And so deep I tell you

Night time, lights out
Left alone sea to face the tide
Oh she holds on to what she feels is right

She is but overwhelmed by the pressure
Of the need to feel the pleasure of immorality
Of facing what is said to be reality

How cruel is society
That for acceptance she must give up her childhood
Well aware that to her it is of no good
I mean she is only 17
And untouched

Let her keep her story