She's daddy's little princess,
Dressed in white and gold,
Yet behind her winning smile,
There's a sob story to be told.
His fist of sparkling steel,
Her poppy bruised cheek,
His sharp stare of sure anger,
Her mouth unable to speak.
She's daddy's little princess,
With all the treasures of the land,
Yet behind the perfect picture,
There's horrors hidden in the sand.
His glowing red hot temper,
Her voice lost with fear,
His mind controlling games,
Her eyes have never shed a tear.
[And there lays her tiara,
Broken from the fall]
[And there Lie's his princess,
Broken from it all]
