Her mouth tastes like damage,
Her eyes say she comes with a price.
I sing her a song, soft and comforting,
Cooing in her ear, touching her bare shoulder.

I smile and look at the man of my dreams,
He's so gentle, caring and beautiful.
Hearing his melody, hands brushing,
At my pale exposed thighs.

Push a strand behind her ear and,
Tell her that she's beautiful.
See my world in her brown eyes,
My music fills the room with calm.

I feel it coming back, in flashes.
Cigarette and cheap gin sheets.
Forced, choked, used. Hear his song.
Cold and unforgiving when he did it.

Her smile changes to a frown and,
She pushes me off herself; covering.
Screams as she re-lives the moments,
Loud and scared, blocking my sweet song.

The knife pressed to my neck,
"Hush little baby, don't you cry."
Your mama's waiting outside,
Perfect manicured nails on a voilin.

Young but forced to be a woman,
Wipe her blood tears, hug her tight.

Remember nights with cold music,
Where the flashes ended, soon.

With two gun shots.