My Celtic tarot cards tell me
Two of us were abused for free
By men who were mean and cruel
We grew in spite of their blood pool
We swam in the liquid red
They tried to take life from our bed
When they came with all their power
We knew there'd be the witching hour
Children run as fast as jaguars
When they touch you with their daggers
Turn away and scream and yell
Tell them to go to hell
They will grow old and infirm
In Satan's place they will burn
Forever in painful eternity
When men as them hurt girls as we
Their diseased parts will rot off
Breathing fire choking cough
For innocence they took away
When we had no God for which to pray
And darkness was all to us
As daddies took away our trust
By feeling up under our clothes
Hiding it right under Mommy's nose
Older now and not afraid
About the time when sick men laid
Us down and made us silently cry
The truth is sin just will not die
Remember girls to talk forever
Tell any one who's clever
A teacher, preacher, sister, brother
A friend, your kin, someone else's mother
If a grown man takes you to a nasty place
If it feels sick and you're disgraced
If you speak eventually someone will hear
Until that lake of blood turns clear.