Why is she such a good mother?
She couldn't have learned it from me;
For I was neglectful, it's my fault indeed,
That man crawled and slithered and slew.
I'm crying, I'm writing, remembering all my instincts
Ignored at the time; I couldn't believe he would hurt my
Sweet child; she never breathed it, she never told,
Now she relives it again.
I wish I could help her, she can't let me in,
My daughter, my treasure, my life,
I couldn't stop him when I didn't know
Her pain is my anguish, my pain.
For she was the sweetest, the loveliest child,
And he turned her away from our hearts.
He murdered her innocence and her self-worth
He took her and punctured our lives.
I know it won't stop 'til she sees herself true
Then she'll attain her birthright,
Be a beautiful, mystical creature of love,
Redeemed, ransomed, healed in God's sight.
