I wrote a song about child abuse over Summer last year, after meeting someone who had gone through it herself and talked to someone about it (someone being me) for the first time. It disgusted me that this could happen, so I wrote a song about it.
I've been having nightmares about this stuff recently. I've never experienced it myself first hand, but the nightmares are so graphic and terrifying that it made me want to add a new part to the song. I played it this morning, and I burst out crying half way through singing it. This is how much the subject of child abuse effects me, and it's something I'm more than willing to dedicate my life to stopping.
The song is as blunt as I feel it needs to be to get the point across. It might upset some people, so please don't read it if you're sensitive to stuff like this.
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Four Walls
Blackest night
Darker than most inside this one home
Cue the fear as he ravages this girl
Feels it’s his place to make this child bleed again
And she’s done nothing wrong
But still she won’t cry for fear of making it worse
So she just takes the pain again
Just prays that this night will be over soon
Prays that he’ll stop and get off her soon
No one sees
What goes behind these four walls
She won’t tell because she’s terrified
His threats keep playing back again and again
So one night he goes too far
And watches as she bounces off the floor
He never meant to hit her so hard
He prays that his daughter will wake up soon
Prays she’ll stop shaking again soon
Prays she’ll start breathing again soon
But it’s too fuckin’ late
Why don’t we open our eyes
And just do something?
If we could see thought those four walls
If we could see thought those four walls
Wouldn’t we do something?
Just something
~new section~
They told her that she’d never have kids of her own
Her uterus, annihilated
From the times he raped and violated
She’s got nothing now to call her own
Living in fear, remaining alone
Because this coward told her so
Just nothing, just sweet sixteen
And he said, "what the fuck were you thinking?
Telling them, what were you thinking?"
She’s dead now, at peace now, piece of meat now
Nothing
~end of new section~
Or do we just wish it will be over soon?
Hoping the problem will fix itself soon
Maybe it will be over soon...
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This is my little plea to the general public to please open your eyes and help save these innocent kids from the horror they live through. I've promised myself that I would dedicate my life to raising awareness about depression and mental illness, breaking the stigma that surrounds it, and now I want to do the same about child abuse. It has to stop.
Please give feedback on the song if you can thought Email or somehting. I need to know if it's too much to play to an audience, or not enough to get the point across. In any case... thankyou for reading this if you did.
I've been having nightmares about this stuff recently. I've never experienced it myself first hand, but the nightmares are so graphic and terrifying that it made me want to add a new part to the song. I played it this morning, and I burst out crying half way through singing it. This is how much the subject of child abuse effects me, and it's something I'm more than willing to dedicate my life to stopping.
The song is as blunt as I feel it needs to be to get the point across. It might upset some people, so please don't read it if you're sensitive to stuff like this.
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Four Walls
Blackest night
Darker than most inside this one home
Cue the fear as he ravages this girl
Feels it’s his place to make this child bleed again
And she’s done nothing wrong
But still she won’t cry for fear of making it worse
So she just takes the pain again
Just prays that this night will be over soon
Prays that he’ll stop and get off her soon
No one sees
What goes behind these four walls
She won’t tell because she’s terrified
His threats keep playing back again and again
So one night he goes too far
And watches as she bounces off the floor
He never meant to hit her so hard
He prays that his daughter will wake up soon
Prays she’ll stop shaking again soon
Prays she’ll start breathing again soon
But it’s too fuckin’ late
Why don’t we open our eyes
And just do something?
If we could see thought those four walls
If we could see thought those four walls
Wouldn’t we do something?
Just something
~new section~
They told her that she’d never have kids of her own
Her uterus, annihilated
From the times he raped and violated
She’s got nothing now to call her own
Living in fear, remaining alone
Because this coward told her so
Just nothing, just sweet sixteen
And he said, "what the fuck were you thinking?
Telling them, what were you thinking?"
She’s dead now, at peace now, piece of meat now
Nothing
~end of new section~
Or do we just wish it will be over soon?
Hoping the problem will fix itself soon
Maybe it will be over soon...
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This is my little plea to the general public to please open your eyes and help save these innocent kids from the horror they live through. I've promised myself that I would dedicate my life to raising awareness about depression and mental illness, breaking the stigma that surrounds it, and now I want to do the same about child abuse. It has to stop.
Please give feedback on the song if you can thought Email or somehting. I need to know if it's too much to play to an audience, or not enough to get the point across. In any case... thankyou for reading this if you did.
