Story of a Girl

There used to be this man
Someone I loathed more than anything in the world.
A man who loved his Heineken
A man who loved to live in sin.
Stumbling home with an evil in his eyes
Picking only one to chastise.
An endless night of new blisters
Or I fell asleep to the screams of my sisters.
14 long years slowly passed by
And today he's not around, so there's only silent cries.

There used to be this woman
Someone I loathed more than anything in the world.
A woman who turned a blind eye
Each and every night she heard our cries.
Lies created to cover up the bruises
Because her acknowledgement, she refuses.
Who still today shows no shame
Who still today takes not an ounce of blame.
She lives her life with no regrets
Innocently calling herself a mother of 3 brunettes.

There used to be this girl
Someone who loathed everything in the world.
A girl who constantly believed that her savior existed
Year after year even though the blows still persisted.
Volunteered nights so she could sleep more sound
Because her sisters' screams were too profound
After long years, she started to believe
That not even her savior could set her free.
But when hope was almost gone, she found her release
And now forevermore she sleeps in peace.