Old Girl

The first time I saw heaven
I was molested at age seven
A life so young
And barely begun
Why is it up there
And not down here
At the age of nine
I began to hide my tears
My soul was wide open
My life seemed so void
After my parents split up
I started hanging with boys
A kid not a woman
Yet I was doing those things
I'll never forget
How I felt unclean
The little girl with child
Is she still growing
And that's putting it mild
So many crosses to bear
And they all started here
All I had to say
Was I'm running in fear
A life of abuse
Embarrassment and shame
God took it all away
And I kept my name.

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