When I was 6 years old, I loved the sweetness of chocolates.
When I was 6 years old, I loved wearing that cute new frock.
When I was 6 years old, I learnt to join two words.
When I was 6 years old, I jumped & played and giggled & swayed.
When I was 6 years old, I believed that Powerpuff Girls save the day.
But now things have changed.
Chocolates are not sweet anymore.
He gave her a chocolate to bribe and played with her soul.
That little white frock is not cute anymore.
Her smile, her laughter, her giggle, her sound have all lost their way.
Before she could spell Happiness, she knows Rape.
Before she could Live, she is left to Crib.
She was just 6 years old and now that she knows,
There is no Superman, no Powerpuff Girl,
Who could save her soul from the darkest shades.