How could you do that?
with that huge bat
I'm only five
and wish I wasn't alive
there would be no pain
if you weren't insane
I run to my room
as you chase me with a broom
I cry and I scream "please stop"
you yell back "why? there's no cop"
I wish you were dead
then maybe I might have a bed
all I ask for is something to eat
but when I do you give me a beat
how could you do that
with that huge bat
now I'm in heaven
I haven't even turned seven
as the cops fill in the house
you say, "she got bit by a mouse"
they see my sores and my bruises,
they say, "mss. cruises"
"you going to jail"
you say, "no really it had a long tail"
I'm sorry mom but it's to late
you should have stopped it's just fate.
what would you say..
when you heard children are dyeing this way
many children have died over the years
just because there parents had to many beers
please help more kids like me
stand up to there parents, and maybe get free.
How could you do that?
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