You wanted me to be your little girl
You wanted me to see you as my world
You wanted me to be all I could be
I wanted you to open your eyes and see
The bruises on my arms were not love
The pain in my eyes was not relief
Blood stained the white feathers of the dove
And she did not mourn, but she grieved
My childhood was dust in the wind
By the time I was four
It was over with
The moment you shoved me into that door
But Daddy, I am sorry
I am sorry I wasn't everything you wanted
I am sorry I made you mad
I am sorry for being so bad
I took the beatings for my brother
because you didn't see he had already given up
I carried the burden of pain for my mother
because you didn't see she was already shriveled up
Please God, set me free
Take these bruises from me
Please take away the breath of life
Oh, God, let me drop this knife
Heaven cannot set me free
It is not ready for me
I have suffered much in this life
but help does not come in the form of a knife
I will live
I will breathe
I will stand tall
And for myself, I will not fall
