In her room, atop her frilly lace spread,

A little girl

Innocent and pure sat

Daintily down.

In her pretty pink party dress she smiled.

She sat and laughed.

And, danced like a ballerina to "music box dancer"

(Composed my some Henry Mancini guy).

She turned and frolicked and laughed and played

Until, HE took it all away.

Manipulated and masturbated, sex crazed and power driven,

The bastard !!!

He hurt her !

As he touched her –HARD-

He killed her soul.

Tattered and torn her dress lie tossed aside.

Alone on the bed

The little girl wept.

The little girl died.

Her soul bleeding, she cried.