Little Nicole is only 10 years old
She's steady trying to figure out why the world is so
cold
Why she's not pretty & nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells & abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she's making up excuses
Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she's about
Her name is little Stacey & they become friends
Promise they'll be tight til the end
Until one day little Stacey gets shot
A drive by bullet went straight up on her block
Now Nicole's stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get some clothes & pack
Says she's bout to run away & never come back
There is a sacredness in tears. They're not the mark of weakness,
but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand
tongues. They're the messengers of over-whelming grief, of deep
contrition, and of unspeakable love.