The innocence of a child cannot be measured.
Untainted and pure, it must be treasured.
Let no man speak evil or touch a hair, revoke his life if he dare.
This child is mine, inside of me.
Her innocence taken, I will never be free.
He, on the other hand, walks amongst us. Hasn't a clue of the crime put upon us.
I still nurture the child that's deep within me. Acknowledge her and keep her free.
Its not her sins that make
her impure but guilt as an
adult that you just have to endure.
It really is the worst situation
living a life of trepidation.
Not loving yourself, or knowing
of trust, from the actions
forced on them, truly disgusts.