Let me tell a story, about a young girl
It’s so harrowing to tell; it makes my toes curl
The story starts when she was eight
A tale of cruel and twisted fate
She couldn’t tell a soul
It was her innocence he stole
It was more that her skin that was badly bruised
She didn’t realise she was being abused
His heart was dead, and cold as stone
He managed to get her alone
Was it so hard to abstain?
She only remembers the pain
He did things to her that should never be done
He climbed on top of her; he must have weighed a tonne!
He ruled her, you see; by the fear
She just wanted to disappear
He took the fun out of life
When to her throat, he held that knife
He used to wait for her mother to go out
When it was harder for someone to hear her shout
It’s a fine line; pleasure and pain
In jail is where he should remain
She no longer calls him dad
Just feels like she is going mad
The pain of her nightmares will never unstick
Forcing himself inside her until she felt sick
You think you were very clever
“She won’t tell, not now. Not ever?”
Suicidal! She did sink!
She is much stronger than you think!
Now she wants to tell the world; expose his lies
She can’t move on from this, however much she tries
Dreading the thought of sober sex
Soon her partner, may be an ex!
Giving her life long issues
She used to clear up with tissues
She is damaged; a daughter so full of hate
I hope i can reach her, before it is too late
The memories will never fade
On an innocent child, he prayed
He almost broke her young soul
Helping her mend, is my true goal
Now i will speak out, I will not tow the line
You see, I must confess, that this story is mine
I could now commit manslaughter
What will come first? Hell? High-water?
You chose to commit the crime
And now you will suffer the time!