¡Viva La Gloria! The Ballad Of The Little Girl:Gloria

Young and free.
I thought she was.
She had midnight black hair and a bandana draped around her mouth.
Guilt fell from her mascara tears.
I could sense she was lonely.
But what do I know I'm a poor boy who never understood life.
Crying in the bathroom.
Bullets flew through the thin walls that surrounded her.
Shell cases covered the floor.
A cry for help left her mouth.
I sighed helping the poor girl.
I could tell she was abandoned.
She told me no one loved her.
I diagreed because I felt a spark between us.
I placed a soft kiss on her lips.
My name is Christian and I'm in love with Gloria.