Born Of The Woods

There was once a poor girl of twenty one,
Hung on grief for the things she had done,
Stripped of the child that she bore,
There was nothing she wanted more,
Than to find the forced father who'd run.

Caught in the woods a year ago,
Lost in the midst of the snow,
The man crept up and gagged her,
Abused and attacked her,
And left her with no where to go.

With the child she shared great adoration,
Though his father was an abomination,
She lost her son to adoption papers,
Unfairly caused him to hate her,
And leave him with no explanation.