THIS ROAD
This road that I went down before,
As a scared and lonely child,
I've been down this road before,
It left me defaced and defiled.
Now this road that I've been down
before,
It was cruel and inhumane,
This same road that I was on before,
It was ruthless and insane.
This road that I was on before,
It could leave a person stunned.
This road that I was on before
Would leave a child shunned.
This road that I was on before,
The average hasn't traveled.
This road I was on before,
It leaves your soul unraveled.
This road that I am speaking of,
It should be obsolete,
You see this road I'm telling of,
Is not made of concrete.
This road that I am speaking of,
It's a father's way of life,
The way he treats his little girl,
It leaves her world in strife.
This road that I was on before,
I thought I did depart,
But now this road I traveled on,
It's broke another heart.
This road that I was on before,
Its name is sexual abuse.
Now this road that I traveled on,
It just won't turn me loose.
I am traveling on this road again,
Now my daughter's heart is broken,
So many people turn away,
And leave the worst unspoken.
This road that I've been on before,
Now she has traveled, too.
This road that we've been down
before,
I wish for no one's shoes.
Sexual abuse - it happens everyday,
And you wonder where it starts,
But don't know the price you pay
'Til it breaks your daughter's heart.
It's the worst abuse of any kind,
(It happens more than you know.)
So keep this very road in mind,
And beware what "love" can show.
Now we've both been down this road,
And know the sadness it brings.
Soon we won't be on this road-
And our hearts will finally sing.
Now we've both been down this road,
And from it we'll depart.
And when we leave this road
this time,
We'll both have brand new hearts.
We'll leave this road we were on
before,
And we'll hold out heads up high.
For the reason we traveled this road
before,
Was not our fault-not she, not I.
Now we're not on that road
(No more!)
But scars may never heal.
For on this road we were on before,
The pain is very real.
Still, our hearts are fresh,
our world is new;
This road we'll take no more,
For in ourselves we can be strong,
Of this we know for sure.
Pamela adds, "You can't change your relatives, but you can change to whom you relate."