My legs are bruised, it's hard to walk, I know now when not to talk. I try not to do wrong, of this I've learned, cause if I do I'm punished with cigarette burns. I know the guy up above, every day I pray, that he will take the pain away.
Sshh! Now I hear a car, Daddy's home from Charlie's Bar. I hear him cuss, my name is called, I squeeze my self agianst the wall. Oh dear Lord, please let it end, I don't want him to hit me agian.
Please be quiet,don't say a word... Oh, No it's to late I see it in his eyes, all the hate.
My name was Misty, I was but three, Last night my daddy murdered me.
~Author, Jessica Krieger~
PLEASE HELP STOP CHILD ABUSE!!!
