There was a time when I was young,

When the happiness of love was fun.

Every day was happy and gay,

For all we had to do was play.

“I love you” was a sound of joy,

Of happiness and caring, even better

than a toy.

How could “I love you” ever hurt you,

It just was not the way.

When trust was real and good and strong,

How did it go wrong?

You said I was so special, Daddy’s little girl,

That if I really loved you, I would never tell,

The secret of the game we played, as

Daddy’s little girl.  

You said that all the pain would go,

If I would play the games, and do as I was told,

That Daddy’s never hurt, Daddy’s little girl.

When the pain was bad and the fear was strong,

You said that it was my fault because,

I…