Things are perfect, life is so sweet.
Playing house of a innocent mind.
Dolls and house, laughter and song.
She dances and twirls all around,
the grass at her feet and the wind in her hair.
A song in her heart of a child so sweet.
One day she does see this guy just standing there.
A glimpse of him there, she did not care.
She was busy playing house. With each day that
had went on, a glimpse of him she did see.
This old tin shed that stood still, she looked at it as
her house with a white picket fence.
With her doll in hand she walks through the door.
She stopped and felt someone behind her.
Feeling his arms wrap around her, a hand over her
mouth. As the doll dropped to the floor.
Closing her eyes, kicking her feet. Wondering why
is he doing this to her. When she opened her eyes
she did not like how she felt. Feeling her bareness
for all to see. Wanting to move, but realizing she is
bound to a tree. Her sweetness has been taken
away by this guy she did see.