Ballad of a Hidden Boy

Why are you hiding People hurt me Which people would hurt an innocent child People I trust She stroked my hair Giant mother protector She fed me warm milk from her breast She hit me she whipped me Was she a monster How can I know who I can trust Why are you crying People hurt me Which people would hurt a little child People I trust He seemed such a nice man Smiling and gentle At five years old I thought I'd found a friend He asked me to touch him Give him hard pleasure How could I know the damage done Why are you hiding People hurt me Which people would hurt an infant child People I trust Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry for The giant prowls my hidden world In public places My public face is silent Never showing what it should Please don't hit me I will be good Please don't hit me I will be good Please don't hit me I will be good Please don't hit me any more I will be good I will be good I will be good I will be good I will be good I will be good I will be good I will be good I will be good I will be good I will be good Ah don't hit me I will be good