Hand In Hand

Little girl Whats wrong with you What makes you different Then the rest of them Is it how you look Is it where you come from Who your parents are I know what makes you different You only have a father That is a psycho He kidnaps other girls And brings them to your house He makes them do things That he makes you do To him If they dont cooperate He beats them dead He beats you Leaving bruises and scars behind He tells you he does those things Because he loves you He loves you so much He beats you You wear long sleeve shirts To hide the bruises on your arms And to cover your back That is covered with scars That will never disappear You wear jeans To hide the scratches Around your ankles From the string that holds them still He brings a new victim home She is older Than the little girl They turn into best friends The dad is fed up With his daughter's friend He takes her into his room And shuts the door The little girl Hears screaming She runs into the room To help her friend The father is raping her He yells at the little girl Telling her to go away She does not listen She goes and tries to pull him off Of her best friend He hits her So hard She flies back a couple feet She gets up and runs into the kitchen To grab the knife That has killed many before She goes into the bedroom Holding the knife behind her She walks to his side He does not notice He is too busy else where She brings out the knife And stabs her father In the throat Her friend is telling her to run She does not leave She unties her friend And they leave Hand in hand