Melting Promises

So this is the first piece I will post. It's a ballad I wrote two days ago for school. I got the idea for its theme when hearing an ice cream van go by at one of my osteopath appointments, strange I know. My ballad writting didn't start off to well, but it got there in the end:

Melting Promises

Do you hear the ice cream bells?
Calling children in
Promising dreams of goodness
But the children never win

It was Miss Molly Parker
She's the one that went
She only wanted an ice cream
But the money was never spent

She left in the evening
And didn't return at night
Her parents they wern't worried
As it was still bright

But when the morning dew came
And still there was no trace
They began to worry
They had not seen her face

She appeared in the headlines
Of September, ninety-nine
People they would read it
Thinking she was fine

But you see they missed the ice cream van
Silently driving by
That stole Miss Molly Parker
For whom her parents cry

The story they don't know
Is the one of this
The man he took her
But not to promised bliss

He drove by her side
Asked her to get in
She wanted to see inside his van
But his words were words of sin

So now Miss Molly Parkers gone
And no one knows to where
No one noticed the ice cream van
That took her away from there

Do you hear the ice cream bells?
Calling children in
Promising dreams of goodness
But the children never win

Minnie Moo