Little Susie
Michael Jackson - HIStory: Past, Present and Future, Book I

Somebody killed little Susie

The girl with the tune

Who sings in the daytime at noon

She was there screaming

Beating her voice in her doom

But nobody came to her soon…

A fall down the stairs

Her dress torn

Oh the blood in her hair…

A mystery so sullen in air

She lie there so tenderly

Fashioned so slenderly

Lift her with care,

Oh the blood in her hair…

Everyone came to see

The girl that now is dead

So blind stare the eyes in her head…

And suddenly a voice from the crowd said

This girl lived in vain

Her face bear such agony, such strain…

But only the man from next door

Knew Little Susie and how he cried

As he reached down

To close Susie’s eyes…

She lie there so tenderly

Fashioned so slenderly

Lift her with care

Oh the blood in her hair…

It was all for God’s sake

For her singing the tune

For someone to feel her despair

To be damned to know hoping is dead and you’re doomed

Then to scream out

And nobody’s there…

She knew no one cared…

Father left home, poor mother died

Leaving Susie alone

Grandfather’s soul too had flown…

No one to care

Just to love her

How much can one bear

Rejecting the needs in her prayers…

Neglection can kill

Like a knife in your soul

Oh it will

Little Susie fought so hard to live…

She lie there so tenderly

Fashioned so slenderly

Lift her with care

So young and so fair

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