Beneath the House

In a box

Beneath the house on 5th street

Lives a little girl

About yea high

She can hardly speak

Never has she known love

Or the warmth of a hug

She cries at night

Beneath the house

There is a whimper

Louder than a mouse

And when she sees the light of day

She does not understand

Why something so warm feels empty

For she knows what the light means

One more night of screams

One more night of fear

One more night of her own tears

Running down her cheeks

Beneath the house on 5th Street

There lives a girl

About yea high

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