A simple terror,
in my mind
The darkness behold,
what i never want to find
a familiar face,
words spoken before
My little princess,
don\'t cry no more
The blazing fire,
beside the couch
the poor little girl,
too afraid to scream ouch
Every night since those days,
her bed was wet where he once lay
as she grew older,
her terror was hidden
replaced by a mark,
her mother forbidden
but each night after she\'d bleed,
in her sleep more weight did she heed
an impression left Right by her side,
still the threats and the beaten in rules
she\'d continue to abide
