Dear God, my father is hurting me again

I want to tell him, his doll is crying in pain

Breaking down in fear, struggling in the den,

 

Dear God, whom to complain?

I am watching my mamma in disdain,

He is beating mamma, leaving her with stains

The wind now rising amain

Tell him, we are living in distain.

 

Dear God, tears are rolling over my cheeks again

I am hiding them in the rain

Walking lonely in grief and pain,

Dear god, tell him his little girl

 is searching for her father in overlain.