Rebecca
She was eight years old
Left out in the cold
Torn by the lies
And stories she's been told
But through the pain
She would grow up bold
Here are the events
Watch her story unfold
Her mom didn't care
Step-dad always beat her
Only one who seen the signs
Was the school teacher
But when it came time
She couldn't tell the truth
Cryin on the bench
next to the telephone booth
Drinkin and drugs were
In her family's daily use
She got the worst of both worlds
Mental and physical abuse
She tried to escape
And break the evryday strife
But couldn't visit her dad
He's doin twenty to life
But one Sunday
She hears a loud sound
Cops with a search warrant
Sayin get down on the ground
Handcuffed and read their rights
The little girl was blessed
They were sent to the pen
She could finally rest
Twenty-five now
With a husband and three children
She realizes life
Is truly worth livin
A sad shadowed past
That she left long ago
Still stays in her mind
But Rebecca can finally grow
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