Victory

So many times she thought she found love,
That maybe her prayers were answered from above.
So many times that she begged and she cried,
To be free from those hands that pried.
Those fingers that proded and those teeth that bit,
Far too early her candle should not have been lit.
For it was of the purest white, the brightest light,
Now remains the wick, locked in fright.
Born into this world, pure as a dove,
Soft as a lily, this result of love.
She's stuck in a world, all on her own,
Many mistake her for being grown.
Acting as if she's a piece of lawn.
Walking all over her, as if it's some fun.
Then leaving her like trash, in the sun.
Shaken and battered she gets to her feet,
Not ready to admit this disgusting defeat,
Pledging one day, Victory.
But the years go by,
Time, it flies.
Memories still with her,
Not ready to say their GoodBye.
So many times she thought she found love,
That she would find a friend, with a hand to lend,
That maybe her prayers were answered from above,
And maybe to her wounds, they would tend.
So many times that she begged and she cried,
That they would open their heart and take her in,
To be free from those hands that pried,
And free from her world of sin.
Those fingers that proded and those teeth that bit,
Take her hand and by her stand,
Far too early, her candle should not have been lit,
Tell her that they understand,
For it was of the purest white, the brightest light,
Someone tough and strong, full of might,
Now remains the wick, locked in fright,
Who can hold her throughout the night,
This is a story that few will know,
But none who will show, the burden they tow,
Eyes kept low, Foot pace slow,
No one heard the little when she said No.
Today stands the woman, tall and strong,
Looking down on all, who have done her wrong,
For today that little girl is now the Victor.