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Daddyís Little Girl

Four walls of pink, with curtains soft,
Enclose her little world;
Itís filled with books and toys and things,
All for his little girl.

Itís such a bright and happy room,
Lit by a soft white light;
Yet no one knows the fear enclosed
Within these walls at night.

When bedtime comes shadows emerge
And slither thru the door,
Then quietly, so quietly,
Creep slowly ícross the floor.

She wants to close her eyes and scream
But thereís nowhere to hide;
For still he comes, each night he comes,
And climbs in by her side.

She lies so still, she cannot move,
Sheís paralyzed with fear,
And as he has his way with her
She weeps one silent tear.

And if you listen carefully,
You just might hear the sound
Of childhood calling silently,
And pleading to be found.

For from within these walls of fear
Heís stolen it away;
And all thatís left is just a shell,
Thatís forgotten how to play.

Four walls of pink, with curtains soft,
Enclose her little world;
Itís filled with books and toys and things,
All for his little girl.


© Linda E. Newman 
GramLin99@aol.com  All rights reserved.
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This webset is dedicated
to all abused and maltreated children
I have a webpage I made a few years ago
for this same reason
child abuse
God bless all the innocent
children that suffer everyday
My heart goes out to each one