Your cold fingers
The memory hits with crippling fear
I feel so cold now, when you're near
Your hands caressed my shaking form
My mind thrown in emotional storms
This isn't right my head is screaming
Make it stop, please say I'm dreaming
innocence stolen, or given away?
The thought, it haunts me still today
Your cold fingers on my thoart
As the rest of me you slowly grope
"God make it stop!!" I want to scream
But I can't even say a thing
I feel your breath, your shaking hands
I want to fade into the sands
My head is pounding with the pain
The awful action can't be sane
Why did God let me forget?
When it was not over yet?
Memory back, with all the feel
I just wish it wasn't real
My heart is torn, my head confused
I feel alone, completely used
But why am I not mad at you?
I hate myself for letting it be true
When the flash-back first arose
With terror, I completely froze
How could this have ever been?
It hurts now, as it did back then
Your cold fingers on my skin
The shattered youth, marred by sin
I can't hug you without a flinch
Please be a dream, myself I pinch
It's not a dream, my heart it falls
Now I still live in those four walls
Though part of me he took with him
And set my ashes to the wind
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