A Little Girl In The Morning
A little girl in the morning.
A broken spirit at night.
He was to big for her to put up a fight.
No one will ever know about her muffled tears.
No one will ever know which man she fears.
She can still smell the scent of the unwanted act.
The blood that drips down between her legs make it a known fact.
She is just a skeleton in the shell.
A bucket going into an empty well.
She will never understand and her emotions will never be right.
Because she was a little girl in the morning.
And a broken spirit at night.