as dark memories take me back through time
A child once again I can see my fathers eyes of red
as he beats me down till I am almost dead
My soul screams out please Lord end my pain
I know I cannot take another beating like this again
Locked in my room with no help ever to come
my future looks grim and of hope I have none
As tears and chills rack my small bleeding frame
I burn with hate at the thought of his name
My breathing is shallow my ribs must be broken
and now I can smell the hash he is smokin
Drugs and booze are his crutches since mom's gone
and then he comes for me well into the dawn
I have tried to run, even to get away for a day
but he finds me and then again I must pay
Children should never have to go through this
and to die from the abuse should never be their wish
My eyes and heart weep for these children of pain
and I hope we find them before it happens again.....
© 2002 Tony Sackett
