Born into a world of pain
She grows up all alone
No friends to keep her sane
And no love and home

She cries at night
And flinches at a raised hand
And at words that bite
A little girl seeking the Promised Land

A place with no sorrow
A place of joy
No rules to follow
And tons of toys

Each night she prays for it
Wishing it to be true
Hoping not to get hit
And turned black and blue

But one night her father comes in
Smelling of beer
And her hopes din
Her eyes wide with fear

The next day her father is seen
Weeping at a fresh grave
He finally realized how cruel he’s been
But too late, for the little girl brave