The story so far:
I'm looking down below as an angel from up above,
wondering why Mommy and Daddy never gave me their love.
I see Daddy cry because he caused me so much pain,
but he just uses that as an excuse to drink again.
Mommy came to my funeral, but she got stoned and passed out.
I only wish she would learn what life is all about.
It's too late to change things between her and me.
But I wish she would wake up and finally see
that she never should have taken her little girl for granted.
A beautiful child in her womb was what the Lord had planted.
So she should have taken better care of me.
She and Daddy should have acted like we were a real family.
I hope that God can help turn them around,
so I don't have to look down on them from heaven and frown.
I want them to get better--I honestly do.
I want them to live a happy life, the kind of life I never knew.
Even though I'm not there with them to share it,
to see them live such wasted lives--well, I just can't bear it.
Oh, Mommy and Daddy, you ignored me since my birth,
but I hope you can hear my pleas and feel my tears from beyond this earth.