Stolen

Satin sheets covered
With the blood of the young
Youth and innocents stolen
Happiness and hope forgotten
She laid in her own blood
Not being able to move
What she lost
What was stolen
Nothing just her innocents
Irreplaceable innocents

What was than hers
Didn’t belong to her anymore
Childhood bliss is gone
As well as a part of her
The child in her was stolen
She tries to move but is frozen
What was lost
What was stolen
Nothing just her irreplaceable innocents