frozen inside herself, she leant against the cold pane
staring at the wood outside and at the rain
as she had already done a hundred times before
but today, she just can’t bear it anymore
a one and only tear she cried
a one and only lament she sighed
she prayed so much that he would not come today
although she knew he would, she didn’t stop to pray
Girl, there’s no God to grant your prayer…
unable to move, she just stood there
when she heard his footsteps on the stair
his hard cough, the clack of the door
and she wished not to know what she was waiting for
his slimy voice echoed in her head again and again
“come on, Darling, give your Daddy a kiss or two
your Daddy is back…back to play with you…..”
she closed her eyes, just tried to break away from that pain
Girl, there’s no God to grant your prayer
Girl, help yourself and turn your doom…
his arm around her waist, she was so full of fear
he took her sneeringly into the wood
but then, while she shivered and stood,
the trees bowed down and whispered in her ear
Girl, there’s no God to grant your prayer
Girl, help yourself and turn your doom
Girl, it’s you who’s got to become the slayer…
she turned away from his remains and started to smile
for perhaps the very first time in her life
she wished to forget about her Daddy and the knife
but as she couldn’t, she changed her plan after a little while
now she lifted her arms up towards the sky
grabbed her feet deep down in the soil
she sighed and left behind all that mortal coil
feeling some leaves sprout out of her eye
her skin crusted, the hair began to fade
so she had turned into a tree after some time
and started to whisper an old little rhyme
when a big man and a tiny girl entered the glade
