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I was so tiny, I could barely crawl You'd knock down or toss me, against the floor or wall. A few years later I could speak, run, and walk You'd smack me and curse "Sit still and don't talk." I must have been bad, truly committed a sin. I'm sorry I'd cry, it won't happen again. The bruises and sprains and marks that you'd lay Now sooner or later they'd all fade away. Yet the strains on my brain and heart full of pains Every day I wake up and still it remains. Left early each morning, by night time you're drunk You'd slam the door laughing, my heart deeply sunk. Up the stairs stumbling, unfastening your leather belt You'd whale buckles and hide, another bloody-burnt welt. Was I bad while sleeping, did I again sin? I'm so sorry I'd scream, it won't happen again. The bruises and sprains and marks that you'd lay Now sooner or later they'd all fade away. Yet the strains on my brain and heart full of pains Every day I wake up and still it remains. Finally you left your beatings, was glad that you went. You'd stolen a life, my whole childhood spent. So many miles you moved, I found joy for a while. You'd phone in the verbal abuse, removing my smile. The yelling and cursing, how did he see me sin. I'm sorry I'd plead, it won't happen again. The bruises and sprains and marks that you'd lay Now sooner or later they'd all fade away. Yet the strains on my brain and heart full of pains Every day I wake up and still it remains. Can't forget or forgive, an endless time vault. You'd never say sorry, abuse not my fault. Now have my own son, my best friend, I've tried not to misuse You'd watch him grow stronger, I had no use for abuse. You died begging forgiveness, years took forty-seven Did God forgive him? Is he now in heaven? The bruises and sprains and marks that you'd lay Now sooner or later they'd all fade away. Yet the strains on my brain and heart full of pains Every day I wake up and still it remains. |