It's Been A Year
It’s been a day and her tears are falling
Like dying birds, no longer calling
She keeps her bedroom door shut
Her feelings for him are fully cut
The voice in her head she can’t escape
The overwhelming pain inside from rape
The body she has no longer unclothed
Her bare skin feeling completely exposed
That sweater of his no longer worn
Left in the bin, discarded and torn
It’s been a week and she’s still crying
Chin up sweetheart, cheer up, keep smiling
Her mum unaware of the secret inside
It’s been a year and she stays strong
Her head held high, her voice a song
She looks ahead to see the light
The soul in her has won the fight
