Feral child alone in the wild,
No one hears her cry,
No one to hold her, no one to help her
No one to care if she lives or dies.
Cold, hungry, dirty and scared,
She prays to god that someone will get her out
Out of the nightmare she’s living each day
That her life will soon be spared
But her prayers go unanswered,
So her faith starts to die,
Her prayers turn to hatred
She believes her God is a lie;
She curses this god who won’t ease her pain;
This god who won’t help her out
So a fire and rage begins to grow
As her hope turns into disdain
Surrounded by animals who never refrain,
From clawing her body and soul.
A body so broken a mind so twisted
No chance to she will ever be whole
She tries to fit in, but exhaustion wins out,
She goes on day by day just wanting to shout
“I cannot fit in here. I have desperately tried”;
But she can’t stop wondering why she should even try
So she grows into adulthood; so out of control
So the soon questions arise;
Where do we put her? We must put her away;
She’s full of hatred; from humanity she is disenfranchised
So they remove her from all things human,
In an isolation room she is thrown
Where they strap her down, tie her limbs to a bed
Locked away in a room; once again she’s completely alone
She finally escapes that mental ward
She chooses to go back to the wild
She chooses to drink and drug away her pain;
She is broken; completely defiled
So open your eyes and do not ignore,
The feral child outside your front door.
Remember that child neglected and bruised,
Soon a walking time-bomb that can no longer be defused
Fear her, pity her; whatever helps you sleep at night;
Its easier to ignore it than to intervene;
But your indifference will soon turn to fright;
As she reaches adulthood so full of hatred; a fate you should have foreseen.
So help her now before her scars turn to hate,
Before it’s entirely too late,
Before her problems soon become yours;
Before her her rage affects your fate