She was a little child with her spirit broken
The child thought it was okay from the time she was real small

She thought the hand of abuse was a touch of love token
She would go to bed each night and curl her little body into a ball

Some how she thought he could not see her that way
Her little head would be so far under the cover

She would pray so hard please don't let him come my way
Early in the mornings she would feel some one move the cover

It has been told that getting the abuse out would help with the pain
She still finds it so hard to get it out all she wants to do is hide her head in shame