Four years ago, he did this to a girl
He threw her down, and did a sin for the world
It is sad that I really know her
For after all, it was just pain after torture
She was walking home from school, on a nice November day
It is very hard to write, about the price she had to pay
She was eight years old, so small filled with innocence
He threw her down, while he was filled with regrets
He tore her clothes and unzipped his pants
While she tried to get away and she tried to think fast
She screamed, for the pain that he caused her
For after all, it was just pain after torture
He took off in his automobile, with his pants still down
She started crying again, and her face covered with a frown
He raped me, she thought over and over again
Oh why did God create these kind of men?
She started walking home again, with tears still in her eyes
And she started to remember a tough girl never cries
So she wiped her tears and thought Yes sir.
For after all, it was just pain after torture
When she got home, she buried her torn up clothes
Lucky for her, God answered her prayers and no one was home
She lay in bed thinking way too much about her
For after all, it was just pain after torture
Then she fell asleep, she could not get it out of her head
She dreamt about it, and thought her only choice was to be dead
Then a woman came in, gently whispering her name
Then she awoke and thought it was all a game
The woman left, and silently came back
She had some warm tea, and this is a fact
She said, All you have is a high fever
For after all, it was just pain after torture
Four years later, she can control her feelings about it
And all the therapy she should have get
But to remember the price she had to pay
About what happened on that nice November day
