My life had being torn from me

while I was a still a child

I had nobody to protect me

all because the nuns said

I was no body's child

I grew up in an orphanage

that was called Nazareth House

Because no one wanted me

so I behaved like a mouse

 

No mother did I have

was what I was told

You should be grateful

and don't be so bold

 

My innocents was taken

By the nuns and the priest

Who whipped me until surrendered

hoping I would then have some peace

 

How can I face what is all hidden inside

If only 1 had some were I could hide

Nazareth House was always so cold

and forlorn

with iron bars on the big gates

just beyond the roses and thorns

 

If only I has some one to hold

to wipe my eyes when I was a child

If only some one took my hand

to show me i had some love inside

 

So don't look down on me

because of my birth

I was told that I was unwanted

because I was given away at birth

 

The life that I live while at Nazareth House

was torment and pain

which is inside

as well as the sad little girl

Who was so very cold

and a lone with no where to hide

 

The nuns and the priest

were working for God

but that did not stop them

from the abuse which they gave

to the unwanted child.