Deep down inside there’s a child,
A child that’s mangled and abused,
A child that couldn’t smile,
A child that a sick person used.
This child has grown up and matured,
And tries to leave the past behind,
But the feelings of then are still stirred,
From the abuse of a man she thought kind.
Sometimes this child screams,
People say they understand, but they can’t see,
This child has nightmares, visions,...
