The Little Girl
In the corner of the room a little girl sits near
As tears roll down her tiny cheeks her life's so filled with fear
Her mom and dad are mad; it seems the fault must lie with her
She'll get no hugs or tender kiss, not even one kind word
She knows not yet about the drugs, the alcohol and things
She only knows about the hurt when hit with belts and rings
She doesn't know just what she's done to warrant their abuse
Her tiny body racked with pain from beatings that ensue
They shout and scream about her faults, she'll not go out and play
Here in the house with them she'll be for just another day
She hopes that one day she will learn just what she does so wrong
So she can be their perfect girl and feel that she belongs....
And as she kneels and prays each night, battered, bruised and sad
She'll pray she gets the love she needs from her mom and dad.
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