• I wince in pain

    as he strikes me again in vain

    I guess you can call him an abusive father

    god How I miss my mother.


    She would make sure I didn't cry

    she made sure my eyes were dry

    but now I shed my tears

    that shows all of my fears


    one day she went for a drive

    it was just past five

    drunk driver didn't see her

    I miss you my mother!


    my father started to drink you see

    and one day he just raped me

    I wince in agony as he did this

    I shut my eyes and dream of what I miss

    my mother and her bliss