dear daddy,
do you ever sit and stare
where the bruises were?
wonder how they just went,
the pain, too hard to bear.
I no you're answer's no,
cause it just wasn't you,
you used excuses like,
i didn't see them through.
'I do it cause i love you'
You used to say to me,
'But you always make me angry'
I used to sit so quietly.
Too scared to make a sound,
In fear of your fist,
one smack was enough,
but instead there was a list.
Christmas was a happy time,
You were mostly at the pub
Mum would try her best,
But quietly she'd blub.
She'd make her self look pretty,
to me she was a star,
she covered every bruise
and every other scar.
She would hold her head up proudly,
and kept her chapped mouth shut,
but now your secrets out,
Im not scared of you anymore,
you're nothing but a lout.
So Ian Mallinson, wherever you are
here your named and shamed
for the life you gave me
and for the life ive gained
From
Lexa |
