Its a bright day,
How about sleeping on the hay,
When I close my eyes,
I see someone laughing out there.
She’s sweet Jassica Haylor,
Running down the street and playing with the kids,
Spreading joy all over the fields.
Silly games she plays with the children of the street,
Watch how they follow her like a fleet.
Then she jumps so high,
As if she’ll touch the sky.
But this wicked world never let’s anybody be happy,
It can never see anybody jolly, oh! This dirty world.
One day five men came while she was at play,
The kids were chased away and down Jassica lay,
With a torn dress and tears in her eyes she lay.
Oh! Sweet Jassica Haylor,
Will I ever see you laugh again, I guess not again,
Cause Sweet Jassica Haylor closed her eyes in pain.
Now when I opened my eyes I see nothing but cries,
A dead field and a dead world where the joy is burried under the ground.
She is sleeping but her words still ring,
Before closing her eyes she caught my hands and said,
“These people have done a thing, help them to never do it again,
Never give someone else pain for pleasure and gain.”
Then she closed her eyes in pain,
But before going she opened my eyes and brain.
I’ll pray may this not happen again,
May not women suffer pain for people’s pleasure and gain.
Ñow she’s sleeping but her words still ring,
Never give others pain for pleasure and gain.
I know you’ll reach heaven and sinners hell,
But I’ll pray that over there you dwell.