Upon a tower 20 feet high
Lay a lady with scarlet eyes
Golden locks of hair
And the bluest of smiles
Her master, her man both the same
Never letting her out of their angry eye
With the sliest word that may come from her lips
Would be flowed by a beating with chains and whips
Her feet are bound
Her lips now sewed shut
He master, her man lurches outside her room
Waiting for the right time
Its now dusk
And turning dark
Her master, her man he knows what to do
Her lips sewn shut
She cannot scream
Her arms now bound
She cannot put up a fight
Her master, her man he loves her so
But he can not understand no
Her lips sewn up he does not have to hear her
Hear her pleading
Hear her pain
Hear her heart breaking again
Her master her man he forces her into it
Every night like clockwork
She knows just whats going to happen
He walks in her room
He makes her scared
He throws her on floor
And decides he wants more
He strips her of cloths
And rapes her raw
This young lady not older then I
Jumped out of her window
And hoped she could not fly
