Another day and it's still the same,
the cops say they don't know their names.
Email after email keeps coming in,
reminding me of what I endured back then.
It's hard to have sweet dreams,
when they're in all of them, it seems.
I see their faces each night in my mind,
over and over that night replays all the time.
When will it stop? When will it end?
When will the cops catch these three men?
Fear is an emotion that I've always beat,
but now it seems to be getting the best of me.
I've got to get my mind on something else
before I give in to fear and lose myself.
I don't know what it is to quit because I'm a fighter.
Once these rapists are caught my world will be so much brighter.
My children are the only reason I've kept it together.
If it weren't for them things would never seem better.
This has to end and it must be soon
because I hate myself being in this mood.
I just want to be happy and carefree.
But is that possible after what they did to me?
If I could just forget for a little while,
then maybe once again I could smile.
