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Sleep came late my bed felt warm
drifting from dream like a magnetic storm
playing child-like games for that's who I am
Happy and laughing as we ran

All is lost no time recorded
when all of a sudden things becomes distorted
Who's unknown hand against my breast,
groping, and squeezing, as I clinched my fists

eyes closed shut, body in panic,
while inside, my fear seems satanic
I let out a screamed yet no human heard
How can this happen, it's absolute absurd

Why is all this happening to me,
I'm just a child cant you see
footsteps heard trailing away
And all I could do was lay there and pray

Why Oh lord did you let him come
to hurt me this way, what have I done
Crumpled beneath my covers I cried
for that little child inside that died.