Look into ones eyes, and tell me you did not see ones pain
The pain that led to self-destruction,
A heart of malfunction.
How can you look at an infant, and deliberately stripped her out of her innocence,
You caused the wounds she built,
The horror that surrounded her soul.
It did not have anything to do with love and compassion,
More of lust and desecration.
Forgiveness was given,
But never was the act forgotten
