The baby now four, the mother eighteen
Up till now it has seemed all a dream...
A few weeks after they brought her home
The once broken child, no longer feels alone...
Little is the girl, whose alone and crying
Slowly on the inside, she is dying...
Unsightly blemishes deep inside my soul
Nothing is really in my control...
She never understood the lasting pain
He left her crying in the pouring rain...
All the abuse that I have seen
Has left me standing in a dream...
Midnight, alone in my room
Writing a letter to a friend...
Fear this is a powerful emotion
(running deeper than any ocean...
Dangerously pressed against my skin
Ending my eternal misery...
Smoke filled the night air, crisp and clear
None of them noticed evil was near...
The world is against her, crushing her dreams
Held in a reality where nothing is what it seems...
The storm is coming in
Fury from the sin...