9 September 2012
That's what her mother said That's just what she did And now she's dead
Met a man Online you see Spoke to him for months She felt so free
So much in common But worlds apart They longed to be together Follow their heart
But what she didn't know Was he was much older He wasn't seventeen Her heart warm, his colder
Steve wasn't his name It was actually Graham Groomed innocents on line In the hope he would meet them
Their love for each other Could no longer wait "Come to me my darling I'll meet you at eight"
Without telling a soul On that summers day She met her love And he had his way
Three weeks later Her body was found Left in a wood Face down on the ground
Now Graham is Peter And all is well As he chats to Amy Life is nice and swell
Follow your head Amy And not your dreams Everything on line Amy Is not as it seems
*apologies if anyone found this upsetting. But it is a stark warning to the young and those who have children who don't supervise their Internet use.
Follow Your Head, Not Your Heart • Opuss № I