When I was hurt
I lost my voice
My purity stolen
I had no choice
He decided I was rag
and used me to give him joy
But he did not crush my soul
I am no longer that hurt little boy
My voice is coming back
and I am aching for a fight
I wish to drag him out of his cave
expose his evil to the light
He will never hurt anyone again
if it takes me the rest of my life
I will get my peace back
no longer craving the taste of the knife
For I am still breathing air
and you will have no choice
For I have found the most deadly weapon
it is simply my voice