Her name was Alyssa.
She was my friend,
Even to her bitter end.
She was right,
I am sad tonight
My tears are falling
I miss her sweet voice calling
We were like sisters, Alyssa and I,
We were best friends, we didn't have to try.
A beautiful angel child carved from stone
Revels a town with a saddened tone.
Her headstone is as black as night
I believe it fits, it is right
At school all my friends stare
And the teacher's words are just empty air.
I read Alyssa's poem over and over again
So much that my heart knows it from start to end.
What kind of man would do that?
He killed his own daughter, treated her like a rat.
Her mother is gone, to where we know not
But personally, I hope it is somewhere very hot.
I used to ask my Daddy why
My best friend Alyssa lied.
Now I know the terrible secret
That Alyssa fought so hard not to keep it.
No longer does she lie in school
And no more bruises to cover so cruel.
Alyssa lies with Lord Jesus Christ
And I know that He'll love her as is right.
There was nothing anyone would do,
So we lost Alyssa so sweet and true.
-Asuka Tenjoin