THE MAN IN THE DOORWAY
There once was a little girl so innocent and free-
One morning she work up
That had all been taken
For the way he touched her in a very bad way.
She panicked and hid away
But standing there he is watching
She is too afraid to look away
She’s a careless soul in a broken hole
She sits every day, wishing it was another way
For the way he touched her that day
She is not ok
He’s been standing all this time, but I just found out-
There’s a man in the doorway
He’s been there for so long
The little girl is waiting for him to be gone
She yawns and yawns, but she will not sleep-
Shadows cover her eyes
To hide the sadness inside
He holds her captive
She’s afraid to see
He’s been standing there for years
How can this be, he died long ago-
Her life’s been hard for years
But she is still not free
Can’t you see?
The little girl wants to be free
The little girl is me
If you were here today
I would tell my story so the world would know
How I lost part of my soul so I am not whole
Because of the way you touched me that day
What you took from my life you had no right
Get out of the doorway, you are no longer welcome.
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