A birdie's cry
The truth I hold is a tale untold
Of memories so bitter and so hard to unfold
A little girl pressed against the cold hard wall
Someone's baby girl, too little, too small
Hands on her chest, can't imagine the rest
The little body put to the ultimate test
The touch of filth, her eyes rolled with disgust
Innocence became prey to vulgarity and lust
He got off her and walked away
But battered again day after day
He bit and he spat and he beat and he slapped
How do you live with that, how do you adapt?
Day and night, the ruin of luck
Kiss, suck, the constant fuck
How did you turn you back to the screams?
How did you not notice her fear's sheen?
How did you ignore the bruises on her skin?
How did you mask the phantom of the sin?
Even when all the years went by
How could you not hear her muffled cry?
How could you not feel her deepest fear?
How could you not see her un shed tear?
What choice does she have but be brave?
When all her life has been put to the grave
She hears you, she hears you but she is not ok
She was sold to hell and on that dooms day
The demon bid and life sold
But now the truth in not untold
Take what you want but leave her in dust
For care you may she has already rust
The body shall laugh, give birth, be wed
but the soul will be raped until it is dead.
