~ The House on the Lake ~

why the same scene again in my head

of a man in the basement fear in my eyes

why didnt mommy hear my loud cries

when I ran up the stairs it was her that I went

trying to tell her ignored was my hint

to feel unimportant cause grownups dont hear

even when bedtime brought many tears

afraid I would die before I would wake

I prayed the Dear Lord My soul he would take

Then Morning would come and to my suprise

My little heart happy that I opened my eyes

Happily skipping as I went down the stairs

To only find mama saying life was not fair

To see the despair and look on her face

the bruises on cheekbones her life a disgrace

a Mother with needs a child learned to meet

as she turned to her daughter when she was beat

a torturous childhood where dreams dont come true

a world I was scared of I thought they all knew

That the beautiful home overseeing the lake

only was pretty for appearances sake

a secret well kept filled full of violence

Lives that were threatened fearful and silenced.

Written By:
Donna White
                               4/13/07