When we were kids
We were told to respect our elders
And what they did
Only speak when spoken toWhen she was stripped
Of the trust bestowed to us
By the one she loves
She didn't know she could run to youIt's a sad time we live in
Little girls grow up scared of their dads
It's a feeling they should never haveWhat kind of person can do this?
How worthless is the word innocence
To her dear old loving dad?
Now her mom sits
Wondering why her baby goes through these fits
Of anger, torment and of rageOh please dear God
Pick up this small beauty and show her you
And all the wonders you can doIt's a sad time we live in
Little girls grow up scared of their dads
It's a feeling they should never haveWhat kind of person can do this?
How worthless is the word innocence
To her dear old loving dad?He showed her exactly how to hate
Him a full grown man and she was only eight
He stole what was most precious to her
Nothing was more sacred and cannot be returned
He showed her exactly how to hate
Him a full grown man and she was only eight
He stole what was most precious to her
Nothing was more sacred and cannot be returned
