Ponytails and pale pink dress, lace around the neck and arms
Rosy cheeks and she's no less than all of innocence' sweet charms
How could she know she was the prey dancing in the middle of harm's way
Then she's told that she's to blame, mourn the little girl in shame
Blazing eyes and pouty lips, curses pouring out like mad
Little hands upon her hips, why is that little girl so bad
She hates her life but cannot tell because of threats that he will kill
She acts her fear out into rage, mourn the little girl on stage
Career women, mothers, wives, search for safety but cannot trust
Battle to save their inner lives, what is love and what is lust
Where is a mother to cry for her end, father protect, avenge, defend
Will a man believe her heart is pure, mourn the little girls they were
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