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They were ice-cold chains.

Through the air your distraught came.

As he beat you, you questioned…

Where the Hell is God you could not fathom.

You’re a bad girl… no one wants you… you should die.

All lies he fed you through those ice cold eyes.



They were wrong.

Through the air you sang your song.

As he raped you, you asked

Why must I be a flaw?

You're a good girl, good girls love their daddy’s.

More mistruths you thought as you washed.



They were relentless.

As you gave your last breath.

As he strangled you, you said…

forgive us Lord as your last tear was shed.

I’ll be a good girl, I forgive you.

At last in your life there was one truth.