Unspeakable acts have taken place
In the churches of so called grace
The clergy hide under their steeples
And deny these affronts to the people
The victims are left in a shattered state
And for justice long have to wait
A case in fact I'll relate to all of you here
About a girl so innocent and dear
She had the displeasure of a priest fondling her
In the vestry where God's eyes were turned away from her
On a recent sojourn back to our small country town
She refused to enter the church grounds
Memories of her shocking ****** abuse are etched in her head
And none of them will ever be properly put to bed
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
Unspeakable acts have taken place
In the churches of so called grace
The clergy hide under their steeples
And deny these affronts to the people
The victims are left in a shattered state
And for justice long have to wait
A case in fact I'll relate to all of you here
About a girl so innocent and dear
She had the displeasure of a priest fondling her
In the vestry where God's eyes were turned away from her
On a recent sojourn back to our small country town
She refused to enter the church grounds
Memories of her shocking ****** abuse are etched in her head
And none of them will ever be properly put to bed
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