He comes in the night, stalking his prey.
Like a shadow he slips down the hallway.
No one is home, no one is about,
No one to care or hear her shout.

He says that he loves her, he says that he cares,
But she doesn't believe all that he swears.
So he beats and threatens and uses his wiles
As this poor, innocent child he defiles.

He uses and abuses her as much as he dares,
And there's no one to hear, no one to care.
A victim so young, she's learned to be quiet,
Too scared to speak, she tries to deny it.

How does she cope, how does she survive?
Each day she forgets that she's really alive.
Day after day she pushes it aside.
Forgetting is easy, it helps her to hide.

Now she is grown and knows she was so brave
To put up with that monster and all that he gave.
She knows who he is and, someday, she'll tell,
And put him away, that monster from hell.

The light of a child, that beacon so bright,
Sniffed for a time in the dead of night.
But now she remembers and the light shines 'round,
Innocence lost becomes innocence found.