Hand over mouth, he'd pulled his blade.
It was not love, just sex they made.
Her robber stole her money
And her waning innocence.
For twenty dollars and her keys
He took her; used her as he pleased.
He left her sliced and shivering
To bleed to death that night.
A stranger came. He saved her life.
Their love grew; now she's his wife.
Neither can forget the night
When Helen almost died.
Her rapist is still on the street.
She's deathly scared that they will meet
The next time that she's walking home
At midnight, all alone...
