She married a child.
Well she didn’t know it at the time.
She married a man she thought strong and brave.
A man who could protect her
But still let her run free like her mama taught her.
But she married a child,
A man in body and age,
But if you opened up his soul and looked inside you’d see.
He was a child.
He’d stopped growing much too young
Stunted by the yelling and the belt.
But he was still a child.
Not his fault, neither hers
But she married a child.