Innocence


A house of sins, a broken home;
a young girl cries all alone.
For every day and every night
are filled with hurt, pain, and fright.

The love of a father comes with touch,
because the constant urge is just too much.
An innocent child used to satisfy lust
can never learn to love or trust.

A beautiful angel from heaven she fell
now must live in burning hell.
She hides her secrets deep inside,
for all hope that's left has surely died.

This girl who prays each day for love
will spread her wings and fly above.
Her cries are heard, her body lain,
and finally she can have life again.

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