Follow Me Down

Terrified
The petals shaken
From the rose
Teary-eyed, she slowly
Puts back on
Her clothes
«Maybe if I hadn’t cried
He wouldn’t have hurt me,» she said
Torn inside, she sobs
Herself to sleep in bed
To where the
Sinners stay
Where they cry and the
Broken souls pray
To where the abused lay
At least I know she is
Safe this way
Another day
Another chance
To take her dreams
He makes her pay
With guilty thoughts
And silent screams
«Maybe if I hadn’t run
He would have
Let me go," she said
She starts to pray
For release from
Her fear and dread
To where the
Angels fall
Damned for the lust
Of the meek
And the small
Follow me down to where
The helpless crawl
The sins of others
Are my downfall
Dry your eyes
He cannot hurt you
Anymore
She denies
She’s the victim
And he’s the whore
Now he’s gone
I put an end to his
Sadistic little game
Sent to Hell
I’ll see him there
But he’s to blame