In her room, atop her frilly lace spread,
A little girl
Innocent and pure sat
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.