That night, she didn't lock her door,
hoping her daddy would sneak in.
Her tattered teddy on the floor —
a silent witness to his sin.

 

He crept into her room that night,
then touched the place he thought she'd be,
he felt that something wasn't right —
the room so dark, dad couldn't see.

 

From her hiding place beneath the bed,
the girl slipped out so silently.
Dad found her pillows there instead —
in the place where she should be...

 

Her innocence trapped in a cage,
lewd lust has surely sealed your fate.
You made her fearful, filled with rage;
you taught your baby girl to hate...

The blade bites down, deep in his heart,
dad gasps his final dying breath.
She's ready for a brand new start —
beginning now — with daddy's death.



How many more like her are there
whose terror tales are all too true?
Betrayed by those charged with their care;
I pray it's not befallen you ...