They say the devil will allow you to sell your soul,
But your life is the promised toll,
Their father took that price,
Since that day he was cold as ice,
For the two girls he wasn't a good father,
He had laid hands on the girls,
and their own mother,
The two girls were marked with dark spots,
But nobody cared enough to call the cops,
As the girls grew older,
Their father grew colder,
Their mother tried to fight in court,
But it had taken twelve years to sort,
He was nothing but a drunk,
Who had always stunk,
Soon he was arrested,
Two girl's minds were finally rested,
For years these two girls were put through pain,
But strength and much more had been gained,
They have been through more than people will really have thought,
But happiness is all they sought,
The devil plays many games,
When he's done nothing is ever the same,
They say the devil will allow you to sell your soul,
But your life is the promised toll.