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 rape Is growing in me.