Around the corner I could not see
But inside my heart I knew he was watching me;
I heard his voice whisper as I ran out of the door,
“Come here Janie, I want to love you some more.
I ran from this love for it made me afraid and I knew it was not right.
No one to tell, Grandpa said, "Grandma would hate me and send me out of her sight".

Grandma was hanging clothes on her makeshift clothesline
Singing a gospel song she knew so well about God’s sunshine;
There I stood before her, with my eyes upon her, loving her so much,
I could not dare tell her, I was there so I could avoid his hands that would clutch.

My heart was singing, but the tears were for her, 
Grandma was crying for she loved him so, while I still had to call this man “Sir.”
As they carried him out on a stretcher that day, I turned to look upon the person who stole my innocence and destroyed my youth but not a word did I say.

I prayed my shame would go away and I ran to the arms of my Grandma that would soothe.
I was ten when it all stopped; my mind had already split from the trauma,
Now I could live, live, live, without my little body going through any more abusive drama.