He tells me I'm his Princess I am his precious pearl, He gives me sweets and presents I'm his very special girl. He tells me to keep our secret I must never tell, 'Cos if I do and they find out He says I'll go to hell. But I don't want to go to Hell I want to go to Heaven, I want to be where angels live Because I'm only seven. My mummy says I must be good And go with Uncle Don, He's known me since I was born He loves me as his own, But mummy doesn't know When I go out with him, He takes me to his friend's house His friend is Uncle Jim. Uncle Jim has got a cat He has a hampster and a rat, A fluffy rabbit in a hutch I like them all, very much. He has a really nice bedroom Filled with dolls and toys, Some are specially for girls And some are there for boys. The room is very white With just a bed and chair, I sit on Uncle Don's lap So he can brush my hair. Sometimes they take my clothes off And kiss and touch my skin, I honestly don't like it But I like my Uncle Jim. Today Uncle Jim got undressed too And he put me on the bed, He made me touch his boy-thing As he stroked my head. Uncle Don was taking pictures And making a funny noise, I don't like what they're doing I'd rather play with toys. Uncle Jim and Uncle Don Are very nice to me, But I don't want to play with them I want to go home for my tea. 1971 I'm twenty-seven years of age And have just found out they're dead, The men who did those things to me Whilst they stroked my head. Now there's nothing stopping me From telling what went on, With Uncle Jim, when I was young And Dad's friend Uncle Don. I sat my Father in a chair Told him the best I could, Details of secret meetings At the house in Shepherds Wood. My Dad was silent as I talked Tears fell down his cheeks, He was so dumbfounded He just couldn't speak. He put his arms around me Giving comfort, being strong, He cried, I sobbed, for ages, I do not know how long. After we were all cried out We talked about this crime, Dad told me Jim and Don had died, In prison serving time. He said that men in prison Have a special code of living, To rob, even murder, was OK Crimes against a child, forbidden. In solitary confinement They should have been quite safe, But somehow retribution Found them in that place. The details of what happened The authorities won't tell, But I know I'll go to Heaven And they will go to Hell. 2001 Fifty years on and the scars are still there, A reminder each time I brush my hair. The memory dulls as the years tumble by, But I'll only be free on the day that I die. |