Her Tired, Torn, Broken Heart

Her tired, torn, broken heart 
Has been abused
And ripped apart
        
She will never be the same
And there is only
One man to blame
        
He came upon her,
Helpless and weary
Now her life is damned and dreary
        
Her dreaming, singing, loving existence
Has been molested
And filled with resistance
        
Her innocence forever lost,
She cries aloud
And falls with exhaust.
        
She will have to live with his sin forever...


Kristina Joy Bush