How dare you touch her virgin skin.
Her confidence now so thin.
You took advantage.
How can you manage,
Living after what you’ve done?
Did you think it’d be fun?
Will you admit to this crime,
Time after time?
She was only eight.
And now it’s too late,
To save her from torment.
It’s a memory equal to cement,
Difficult to crack,
You can’t give back,
Her innocence.
And in a sense,
Her heart is dead.
Her memories heavy as lead.
She’s scared to sleep,
Thinking in her room you’ll creep.
To do something that bad,
How can call yourself her dad?