Winsome Child.

Winsome Child.
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Winsome Child.

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The last time that I came to visit at an old friend's house,
I noticed that his daughter was as timid as a mouse,
she had always been a winsome child, just as precious as can be,
but what I was now observing, it made no damn sense to me?

Cause every time he spoke to her she'd wince a little bit,
Whenever he was near her she would cringe like she'd been hit,
there was terror in her blue eyes that I knew did not belong,
fear I'd seen so many other times in families all gone wrong.

I'd been in the Marine corps with the military police,
and I'd busted several men who liked to take their liberties,
using their own family members to hurt any who displeased...
so when she went up to go to bed, I brought him to his knees.

Chorus-

Winsome Child....
trapped in a life defiled
by your Daddies fists/lust? gone wild,-(not sure on that choice?)
time can never erase,
all the battles you've faced...
but perhaps you'll win some now.


I hit key spots that weakened him,
his face it questioned why?
but I had no words to speak to him,
till I'd let all my rage fly.

Then I looked him in the eyes and said,
"I know what you have done,
you've been beating up your daughter,
Man, I wish I had my gun."

His face lost all it's color,
and he offered no defense,
cause I'd spent that night surrounded
by his damning evidence,

Chorus-

His winsome Child,
trapped in a life defiled,
by her daddies fists gone wild,
time can never erase,
all the battles she'd faced,
but I know she'll win some now....

Then I promised him that I'd be back
to check on her each day,
and I'd put his foul flesh in the ground,
if she's hurt in any way.

Then I called up social services,
and I bent some ladies ear,
while he lay cringing on the floor
hoping I would not come near,

Then I kicked him where it hurt the most,
yelling "I hope I've made it clear,
if your daughter suffers anymore..
you're just gonna disappear."

Chorus-

Winsome Child....
trapped in a life defiled
by your Daddies fists gone wild,
time can never erase,
all the battles you've faced...
but I know you'll win some now...
yeah for sure, you'll win some now.....
winsome child.....


Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
MFB III Productions-©-2013


For all the abused children both physically and sexually
Godspeed to a complete healing....



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