There’s a child running scared
Begging for attention,
And needing plain affection.
With feelings that are not at rest,
The child’s been through a dreadful test.

A beast pursued the child,
When she was only eight;
And taught the child how to hate,
And taught the child not to trust,
But taught the child how to lust.

So the child hid the memory,
Then very nearly died
Looking for some peace of mind,
Looking for a way to live,
From the weight the beast did give.

Now the child’s running scared,
Afraid to feel the pain within,
Afraid to face the world again,
Afraid to cry, afraid to care,
From the scars she’s had to bear.

Years went by with no relief.
Unrealistic visions,
And making bad decisions.
Years of wanting to die.
Years of never knowing why.

Hug the child to your breast.
Hug her every day.
Love her pain away.
Hug her once and once again.
Then hug her so she’ll mend.

Then after lots of looking in,
When pain had reached its peak,
The child inside decided to speak,
And let the secret out,
And told what it was all about.

Flashbacks came of ugly truth
Of what the child went through
When she was still brand new;
Of when and where and how and why,
And now the child can cry.

Now the beast’s been slaughtered.
He’s been taken far away,
And it’s a brand new day.
Shame and guilt be put aside,
She no longer has to hide.

But growing up is tough;
Looking at the past is rough.