Abused.

I see the tears that fall tonight,
I see how her eyes shine so bright,
The scared little girl on the floor,
At the age of only four,
She’s been beaten and filled with fright,
This little girl shall die tonight.

This girl, the fading child will be alone,
Alone when death becomes her own,
Her dad will be collapsed on the floor,
In a drunken sleep, her cries he shall ignore,
Her mother left like her long ago,
But not to heaven, or some where below.

For these places do not exist in her mind,
Because if god does exist then he must be blind,
Blind to her pain, to everyone’s pain,
And he’s left her here alone again,
He let her daddy get to her heart,
And for the last time rip it apart.

So on this night, when the world slowly says farewell,
She whispers the rhyme she knew so well,
The rhyme she says every night,
That helps her think that things will be alright,
But now she whispers a different song,
And realised that all along her hopes had been wrong.

“Rock a bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Rock a bye baby on the kitchen floor,
When daddy hits you’ll cry even more,
When the last blow comes forever you’ll fall,
And down will come baby, without life at all.”