your daughter
I STOOD YOUNG AND ALONE
NO ONE TO TONE
BEATEN AND ABUSED
UNSURE AND CONFUSED
NO ONE TO CALL
STAY HIDDEN AND SMALL
WHY WAS I BORN
TO BE TATTERED AND TORN
JUST PIECES OF ME
YOU CHOSE TO SEE
I CARRIED YOUR GUILT
IN THE HOUSE YOU BUILT
YOU WERE MY CARER
TO THE LIFE OF TERROR
A LITTLE GIRL
LONG BLONDE CURL
YOU THOUGHT YOU WON
BUT I JUST BEGUN
NO LONGER WEAK
IT'S STRENGTH I SEEK
NOW YOU'RE GONE
I AM STRONG
YOU WAS MY CANCER
NOW TO GOD YOU ANSWER
NOW I BE FREE
AND IN HELL YOU BE
Copyright © debra mazza | Year Posted 2023
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