I’ve heard a sad, sad story, about a little girl,
The sort of thing that makes me weep,
Like the crushing of a pearl.

Abused and hurt, she’s growing up,
Trying to understand,
Why her parents treat her worse,
Than the lowest mongrel hound.

Her world is spent in twilight,
She’s afraid of other folk,
Doesn’t want to go to school,
To the other kids she’s just a joke.

She’ll wear long sleeves and jeans,
Not because she’s trendy,
She wants to hide the marks she’s got,
From when her Dad felt randy.

She has no-one to confide in,
She spends her time alone,
I bet she thinks it’s normal’
To be cut right to the bone.

To the outside world she’s just a child,
Growing up at home,
But when she looks around for Mom,
She finds she’s all alone.

What is it with us humans,
We think we know it all,
Are we just too deaf or stupid,
To hear the silent call….for help!

To all abusive parents,
I’ve just one thing to say,
You may get away with it, in this life,
But beware on Judgement Day!

T