Imagine a piece of paper

White, blank free for the imagination

Imagine a circle for a head

Then a body then the girl's legs and arms

Can't you see she is crying?

She is weeping

Because he took her and hit her

One time after another

Now imagine that piece of paper

Black, burnt jailed for the eternity

She tries to cover up the scars

Of why he did it

Why she is still crying

Softly into her heart

But she will never know