I remember when my spirit was pure,
My body young and mind immature,
The times back when the world was closed,
When horrors to me were never disclosed.

Heaven would take me if i died,
Mother would sooth me if i cried,
Birthdays were fun and full of cheer,
Nothing could hurt me and i had no fear.

When peadophile was a long word i didn't know,
And whoever i met they greated with a fond hello,
I remember being pushed way up high on a swing,
I had all the time in the world to listen to little birds sing.

I now know the meanings of terrible words,
I have no time to listen to birds,
All the nasty things in the world reach my ears,
I have mountains of things upon which to base my fears.

Mother no longer takes away the pain,
Birthdays become more of a strain,
God isn't as great as he was to me,
And days of happiness ceased to be.


I'm not quite sure when my life became so disrupted.....
But i do know my spirits forever been corrupted!