Her daddy beats her every night,
his cruel words cut her like a knife;
Her Mama watches with blind eyes,
at their precious child of nine.
Who would help this little girl,
within her sad and dismal world;
But no one ever saved the day,
her life is joyless, dark and grey.
And so this child of nine years old,
does whatever she is told;
If not, she'll feel the Razor Strap,
digging deep into her back.
And though she tries to understand,
what she's done that is so bad;
"Are the beatings justified",
she wonders as she starts to cry.
The bruises are quite plain to see,
beneath her eye, it's blue and green;
No one seems to understand,
she's at the mercy of their hands.
When she goes to bed each night,
she prays the Lord will take her life;
There is no hope or faith in sight,
and so she reaches for the knife.
She slits both wrists, the cuts are deep,
perhaps tonight she'll get some sleep;
And when they try to wake her up,
they find she's covered in her blood.
She's buried in a shabby grave,
this one who's suffered too much pain;
Her parents have another child,
who can not seem to make them smile.
And just like her, this child's abused,
as they rob his innocence and youth;
These parents had to come from Hell,
as they make sure no one will tell.
Just like his sister, he is killed,
and buried in some empty field;
The mother is with child again,
will this nightmare ever end?