As you sit a top the branches
Of this ancient temple old and wise
Without a worry or a care
Shielding sunlight from your eyes
Can you see the woman down below?
Her face is full of fear
She has a tale she needs to tell 
But, not one you'll want to hear
No fairytale of love and hope
This memoir from within
But a nightmare from which she waits 
For her life to begin
You see, not long from now
Your childhood will be taken
And the person you confide it to 
Will tell you you're mistaken
Your hopes, your dreams, your life
Will never be the same
But please believe me when I say
You are not to blame!