• I cry as I fight,
    Slowly losing my sight,
    Raped of innocence,
    Late in the night.

    My tears mix with blood,
    the blood with the mud,
    I crawl on the ground,
    listening for a sound.

    I hear him cough,
    then start to leave,
    I crawl to the corner,
    and start to grieve.

    I try to stand,
    to run away,
    but I fall to the ground,
    and I start to pray.

    Tears continue to fall,
    I stand to face the day,
    the sun begins to shine,
    and chase the grey away.