There was a girl, her name was Jane,
So bright, but lived in quiet pain.
Her home, a place of endless screams,
Where shadows crushed her childhood dreams.

Her father’s cruelty had no end,
He'd tuck her in, then strike again.
I’ll spare you all the grim details;
Her mother saw but to no avail.

At seventeen, she broke the chain,
Moved out, escaped that house of pain.
She worked and tried to find her way,
Still craving love that never stayed.

One day a man, all charm and lies,
Promised her the world, the skies.
But soon the warmth began to fade,
And fear replaced the love she made.

History repeats its vicious spin,
He painted...