??

Through all the blame and finger pointing

      You can almost SEE Her

           She is a little girl

           though not yet much of one,

                 you see, she needs time to just.... be.

That man

      a friend of the family they say

      crawled into her room one night

            like a bug, 

            an insect with a twisted appetite

She was only four years old when her tiny body was torn

      never to be whole again

           She still hears the soundless shrieking of somebody

                somebody... .somebody

The lights FLASH on to her brother's fist

      stoping him with punishing blow after blow

Blood, Blood, Blood

      its all thats remembered

But life goes on they say!

Self Respecting?

Happiness?

      You know, the normal things

      that make life worth living

      maybe It's deeper than that,

            maybe It's simpler than that,

                   maybe for you its just, Trust?

Trust that your children and even your Grandchildren will forgive, 

        and not hold the scars you bear from that terrible night against you