father figure?

When night creeps in,
this little girl just can't win
standing behind, am I out of my mind
how can it be
do I really see - him touching me

she's so little
his hand is so big
touching the places
that shouldn't be touched
she's only four
but thinks this life is just too much

she cries out a prayer
is there anyone there?

she feels so alone
he cuts to the bone
breaking her will
has he gotten his fill?

every day is the same
on her heart imprinted; His name
when all's said and done
who's really to blame
why is she the one to carry the shame?

now, looking back
I cry for that babe
she wasn't alone
there was so much ahead

she couldn't have known
that she would be loved

there really was someone above
looking down on her sorrow
teaching her lessons
that she needed for tomorrow...