She's a little girl And her rings are just shadows she's tied to her fingers Lace socks folded over cracked plastic heels That unsteadily make their way down sticky wooden stairs
Out the back door Away from his hands To a corner with an orange stake Plunged into the ground
Knees in the dirt to pray God is her only secret
Sometime later, somewhere inside His shadow falls in her light And she's reduced to a whisper again
Her green velvet dress will have to come off He says Because the last thing he wants her to be Is a little girl