Ever escorted an abused teenager who had to testify against her abusive dad 150 miles away, and stood outside her motel door to protect her so she could just sleep? A kid who just wanted to grow up: just wanted her first date; just wanted to know what prom is like. Instead, she had to push through shit that her pedophile dad heaped upon her. She’s gotta deal with that her whole life. BACA my friends, is here to break that chain so she can move ahead we hope. I hope. Kristy, are you doing okay?
There’s a moment in time
And it’s stuck in my mind
Way back, when we were just kids
Cause your eyes told the tale
Of an act of betrayal
I knew that somebody did
Oh, waves of time
Seem to wash away
The scenes of our crimes
For you this never ends
Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy are you doing okay?
A rose that won’t bloom
Winter’s kept you
Don’t waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away
Though the marks on your dress
Had been neatly repressed
I knew that something was wrong
And I should have spoke out
And I’m so sorry now
I didn’t know
Cause we were so young
Oh, clouds of time
Seem to rain on
Innocence left behind
And it never goes away
Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy are you doing okay?
A rose that won’t bloom
Winter’s kept you
Don’t waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away
Oh, clouds of time
Seem to rain on
Innocence left behind
And it never goes away
It never goes away
Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy are you doing okay?
A rose that won’t bloom
Winter’s kept you
Don’t waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away
Don’t waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away
I hope her father (he doesn't deserve to be called "Daddy") goes to prison. When other prisoners find out what he did, he won't last a week.
Good song, Bro. Hope everything is well up your way!
Hi, I followed the link to your blog from the Rt. 66 forum – glad I did, it's an awesome read. It's a tough cause you've taken on. I didn't think I was born with the ability to cry, but when I hear stories of abuse of children, it friggin tears me up. Awesome job – both the blog and your work for kids!!!!