Alone at night,
In a house of sin and doubt,
Knock, knock, knock,
Who will let me out?
My bruises are visible,
But no one can see,
The abuse that I suffered,
And the cruelty.
With a smile in my heart,
And a smile on my face,
I could never find love,
In this evil place.
I use to run, skip and play,
Until love refused to come my way,
Cancer took my leg and I refused to die,
A smile would brighten my face so that I wouldn’t cry.
My prosthetic leg,
Gave me cheer and hope,
But my tormentors proclaimed,
That it was only a joke.
Deprived and starved,
Of the love I deserved,
I am now just a memory,
In heaven, whole and preserved.
Where were my rescuers’?
Was I in disguise?
When they turned away,
From the proof in my eyes.
I can now walk and hear,
In Gods’ tender embrace,
Here where His love sustains,
But on earth it drifts away,
I no longer have to suffer,
With others evil selfish pride,
Because, before I had a chance to live,
I died.
