As a 6 year old I laughed and played, But when 7 came that all began to fade. His large hands took over my life, He explored my body, It felt like a knife
His enormous presence invaded my life, He stole my innocence, And tore it to shreds.
My life was over before it began, But did I speak with anyone? No, I ran.
Feeling violated, all I could do was shake, But slowly without realising, I actually began to break.
How could I tell someone what he had done? I felt so violated, And I was so young.
His presence seemed to conquer all others, His authority was clear, The words "Don't tell anyone" ran through my head, Sending chills down my spine, And leaving me hopeless, begging for death