When I was a little child, I'd escape into my head And into the heads of authors through the magic words I read I'd be many different people, each one braver than myself Then I wouldn't feel his weight and I wouldn't hear them yell When they asked me at the shelter, if my father touched me there I dreamt with my eyes open, mute I shook my hair The truth was just too painful and I did not trust their care Only years and cities later could I lay the facts out bare He took from me ten years of childhood, spent three years in jail at most How can a country's code of justice be such a world away from just? Mother says she still loves him, tells me that I'm doing fine, that he needs her more than I do, so I really should not mind Now I'm supposed to be all grown up, I escape into these songs I still hide inside those books when I'm really feeling down Shame like a stalker haunts me he may never go away But I won't be sad, I won't be silent, I won't let him steal my joy When he tells me I am worthless, I sing out anyway I won't be sad or silent I won't let him steal my joy He tells me I am worthless, but I sing out anyway I won't be sad I won't be silent I won't let him steal my joy I won't be sad I won't be silent I won't let him steal my joyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
