Lisa Lyons longed to grow older,
To be a woman, no longer a girl,
She put on some lipstick like the magazine told her,
Then dressed sexy for the modern day world,
She packed a bag with just a few clothes,
Took a makeup case and extra pantyhose,
Then onto the street is what she had chose,
Billy Byron the local hood trash,
Spotted miss Lyons as she crossed his path,
He pulled to the side and invited her in,
"Honey Ill make you a star", if you show me some skin,
So she flashed him some boob, some leg and a kitty,
A girl of 15 all grown up and pretty,
Billy's ticket to free love and a whole lot of money,
Off to Cali they went where it could make there lives sunny,
Now Lisa felt older and in a new groove,
No more parents to watch her and control her every move,
From state to state they drove without any sleep,
The wheels kept turning and pounding the street,
Then the moment came when Billy got the need,
To bury his manhood and plant his ill seed,
He stopped on the side, the shoulder of dirt,
Then maneuvered his hand under her skirt,
But Lisa never wanted it to go this far,
So she unlocked the door and hopped from the car,
In the middle of nowhere billy stayed his course,
He grabbed and pulled her back in with all of his force,
He beat her and slapped her then ripped off her skirt,
She felt the pain from his need and love that just hurts,
He raped her for hours, then day after day,
He abused her creatively in so many ways,
When Billy was done his guilt was too strong,
His fear of prison then grew so she couldn't go on,
Down a dirt road off the highway path and into vast fields of sand,
She was just fifteen, a confused little girl,
Who was too young for love, to young to grow up, now dead to this world.
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