Little Sara feels a secret crawling up her knee,
Between her legs,
And into her screams.

'Don't you say a word,
Mommy doesn't need to know.'

The lights are on,
And she's screaming for help.
But Mommy's out paying the bills,
She's sliding down her pole..
With dollars shoved down her throat.

'Only for a second.'
He'll slur with another finger
Sliding across her cheek.

Just close your eyes, sweetheart..
Don't you dare look.
Nobody else is looking,
And let's face it..
Nobody ever will.

She'll beg and beg.
But he'll just keep on slurring nasty things
In this poor child's ear.

Poor little Sara,
Will her teacher ever notice the bruises across her face?
Poor sweet Sara,
What a childhood,
So incapable of being erased.

Oh, but Sara...
Daddy wants to be your secret little friend.
Oh, but Sara...
You'll be getting ten straight therapy sessions,
On no end.

 
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