After the nightly news, she faces the ***** wall; She ***** her wrinkled thumb, as she curls up in a ball. ~ She knows what's soon to come, it happens every night; When the nightly news is over, this small child's full of fright. ~ And just like all the nights before, they come into her room; She has to reassure herself, "This will all be over soon." ~ Her breathing becomes shallow, "Perhaps they'll think I'm dead;" "Your being such a good, little girl," is the only words they said. ~ Motionless she lays there, as they touch her baby soft skin; She feels overwhelmingly ill, guilty and shamed from within. ~ When they are finished using her, they leave without saying a word; She shakes as she cradles her Teddy, this precious three-year old girl.