Stop that crying, pause that tear,
if you cry anymore, you will no longer have an ear!
Stop it daddy! Stop it daddy! I always cry.
With a bruise on my face, I must go to school, and lie.
My teachers always wonder, what is wrong with my face,
but if I tell them, they will report, and out of my knowing, send me to an airport.
Stop it daddy! Stop it daddy! That hurts real bad!
"Good!" He says. My mother would not let him do that. I love what I once had.
The love I once had was my mother.
She was very kind to my brother and I.
She would give me hugs and kissin.
But was framed for the murder of my brother, and was sent to prison.
I was awoken from my writing with a hit to the head, a giant pole,
made out of lead.
I fall to the ground, blood on me.
I was gone, thankfully.
Dear Diary, today was the day that I died.
now everyone knows I lied.
I'm now away from that mean man. I can now do what I want, I can.

Stop child abuse, you can do it.
Stop the abuse flame. Don't let it get lit. Help someone put down the gun, put down the knife,
and you can change a life.