Nine year old me,
Sitting in the balcony
With torn clothes
And sticky skin
My flesh had to carry
All of his sin

She's staring blankly,
Her mind's off to flee
Wondrin' what's wrong with her body
To be caressed with monstrosity
Too naive to realize
Too innocent for lies

Nights her blanket taken out,
And her dress, slowly
Panic boils in her distress
Futile was...