When I was a child innocent in life
he came to bring me angry strife
my little hands reached up for mom
a childs plight oh what a bomb
with words of truth to hit her hard
and then become her child bard
from any light to cleanse my soul
to becoming the worst of her fold
for I breathed the truth of him
her brother who hurt this child slim
lost I did what a child cries for more
along the beaches with many a shore
the love of a mother who did not receive
the truth of a horror she did not believe
now I must shed away her wound
that kept me down in an abyss a dune
I must live my life free of what once was
for it led me to stay alone, because
I could not let another soul near this monster
for I see today I am no longer her
I allow myself the light of life
to no longer live a life of strife