Paint me a picture, lady, with those pretty words you use;
Let him stand before me—him you would accuse.
Slap-Snap. Make me feel the break.
I must sample this everlasting ache.
I alone am here now. Judge and jury by your side,
Hang not your head in sorry, for with justice cometh pride.
Let me tell you a story, with those damning words I use:
He'll be here after you, him I do accuse.
Maliciousness I can't forget, words I can't repeat.
Pain inflicted deep within, wounds you cannot treat.
He is locked away in here, where he'll always live,
Impossible to forget, and harder to forgive.
I was not the only enemy, in this never-ceasing war.
There was yet another. She isn't with me any more.
Death came to claim her, five years ago, it's been.
Since Death is on our side now, I wish he'd come again.
Oh no, not to take my life, I have much left to do.
That's why I share my secret, with you, and only you.
A secret to take to your grave, silence until soular death
Never to be repeated, even with the dying breath:
A naked little girl, before him stands,
The innocent child carries the guilt of a condemned man.
For while he contemplates himself, tells her of her beauty,
He misappropriates her trust, the roots of her insecurity.
Nagging doubt, self-conscienceness, he places on her head.
She fears to be alone with him, I take her place instead.
Oh, so strong am I, and oh, so goddamn tough.
I am here to calm the seas, make them not so rough.
I dry the tears, and make everything all right,
Were it in my power, he would be dead tonight.
She lies for him, tries for him, wants to make him well,
And though the child's heart loves him, I sentence him to hell.
I have not the luxury to see him with blind eyes.
I am there always to comfort her when she cries.
That she awakens from this nightmare, is all that I can hope.
Until the day, she's free to heal, I pray that she can cope.
For she and I are one you see, together at last.
I am the future child, and she is the past.
To love again, to trust someone, to believe to the core,
There was a purpose for the pain, that's what we are asking for.
To live to see him buried, safely in the ground.
Time to patch up all the hurts, peace in death, we found.
