To walk the halls in fear of assault
Or the streets in fear of rape
To protect your money in the depths of a vault
Or your house by walls and a gate
To live your life expecting the worse
And never receiving the best
To ask for a treasure, untouched by a curse
But having to accept the rest
To close your eyes, when the world gets too much
When you can’t handle life any more
To fear the men and to fear the touch
And to fear stepping outside your door
To see the world, through a young child’s eyes
And see the torture unveiled
To see the grass and the blue of the skies
And the seedlings all fracture and frail
To grab the knife when you’re losing control
And bringing it down on your wrist
To end your life and free your soul
And know that you wouldn’t be missed
To say goodbye and not be heard
As you’re finally slipping away
To wish on the wings of a sorrowed bird
That you wouldn’t have ended this way