I am scared, all alone.
I am hurt in my home.
The clock strikes twelve,
it's midnight now.
You can't stop fate,
it happens anyhow.
The clock strikes one,
two, three, then four;
and I hear a pounding
at the door.
I've locked her out,
but not for long.
I try to block the yells
with a peaceful song.
"Hope is a river
that fills every sea,
Waters that mirror
the way life should be."
"Someone help me!"
I dare not cry,
but I'm too young
I think, to die!
The lock breaks,
and I try to run.
I try to leave
and see no sun.
I pray that God
will give me strength.
I turn around,
but start to shake.
I raise my arms
to block the blows,
and now that I'm gone
everyone knows.
"God help me."
I had asked,
before I became
part of the past.