I am a young woman with callused hands and feet
With an ever growing problem buried in me deep
It has stripped me of my beauty with an overwhelming pain
And on yesterday's proud forehead, it has burned the mark of Cain

It happened long ago though it seems like only yesterday
I had come back home after years of wandering astray
Walked familiar streets, never knowing fate would find me there
And ever since I've been crippled 'neath this burden I must bear

The Mark of Cain
The child of pain
Of trouble and of war
Mother Nature cannot comfort
Nor the coolness of the sea
Lord above, how can I love
This thing that I abhor?
Child of pain is growing in me

Within me he is waging war, battling for breath
Battling for blood and a body of His own
I've considered the solution but that would be my death
For while I've waited and debated he has grown

Deep in my heart I wish I could love him
Erase our past with a mother's embrace
I want to start fresh but within me I'm fearful
Will I find my oppressor in his tiny face?

The Mark of Cain
The child of pain
Of trouble and of war
Mother Nature cannot comfort
Nor the coolness of the sea
Lord above, how can I love
This thing that I abhor?
Child of pain is growing in me

Deep in my heart I wish I could love him
Erase our past with a mother's embrace
I want to start fresh but within me I'm fearful
Will I find my oppressor in his tiny face?

The Mark of Cain
The child of pain
Of trouble and of war
Mother Nature cannot comfort
Nor the coolness of the sea
Lord above, how can I love
This thing that I abhor?
Child of rape is growing in me
Child of rape is growing in me
Child of rape is growing in me
Growing in me
Growing in me