The things that have been done to her,
only she knows, only she fears.
There is no one to help her, no one to take her hand.
As her days turn into night,
sorrow and shame invade her sleep.
Isn't there someone to help her, someone who can take her hand?
She fears living alone, she fears the night when it comes.
Though many years have passed,
she remembers her screams,
she remembers her fear.
There is no one to help her, no one to take her hand.
Sorrow and shame are her heartache.
He caused her pain,
took her innocence away.
At night she dreams;
dreams filled with terror and shame.
No one is there to help her or take her hand.
Fear keeps her silent, shame keeps
her alone.
Wow, Elle. This one triggers both of my primary instincts. The protector and the Avenger. I love your words....
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