Little girl,
Don't you cry
Because I most certainly understand
If you could just kill that man.
In your new bedroom at just 15
Did stepdaddy come in
To do things obscene?
You lay on the rug
After an impossible day,
Did your mom insinuate
You wanted it that way?
But maybe he didn't do things
That would make a normal man gag,
Maybe the bastard just used you
As his punching bag.
There was only one rotary phone
So you couldn't call for aid,
Oh won't you please now call upon the righteous judge,
The One by whom you were made.
If there are things bottled up inside,
Tell Him who's called faithful and true,
It's OK to be sad in the Lord, little girl,
Cry all that you need to.
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