I heard a story the other day,
that chilled me to the bone
About a man who took a child
and made her all his own.

He put the fear and pain
into her soul that day
Fear paralyzed her body;
fear let him have his way.

She died inside a little,
every time he came
And every time he took her,
she was less and less the same.

He called her names to hurt her,
slut and whore and bitch
And when he finished with her,
left her in a ditch.

She pulled herself together and
vowed to make her "new"
And 'cause it hurt too much to bear,
the guilt and shame - she slew.

She suffered long enough she said.
She'd no more be a slave
To another's demented wishes. Her
body she would save.

Although it's hard to start anew,
it's easier than it seems.
She's got the strength and hope,
I know, to reach out for her dreams.