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curled up in a ball

blood splatter on the wall

too scared to scream

shes all alone in this evil dream

this childs life was so small

was anybody there to stop her fall

a bang on the head was that it?

anything to stop her from having a fit

but still why hurt this child because shes ill

all you had to do was give her the pill

this childs live was lost before

does she have to go through more

child protection help her quick

all of this is making her more sick

does a desease speak from her mouth

and icy winds come from the south

may i not speak for this child

for my life too was not so mild

speak quick or this child will soon be numb

someone please find her loving mum

im sorry but i think its too late

wonder if this is all meant to be fate

now you see the bood splatter on the wall

your crying your the one who made her fall