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Jan 2015
She hits him so hard he lives in fright.
The fright so bad he can't sleep at night.
Afraid to fight back he blocked the sight. In his own little world he will fight the fight.
It will be over in a minute he will be alright. He stands back up and does as she asks.
Tears in his eyes he can't hold back.
Her friends are there, they ignore the blasts.
Blow by blow he's going to pass.
Blood streaming, he feels like screaming.
He tells his dad when he gets home.
"It's okay son I'm here tonight."
But she beats daddy too. He's in the same shoes.
Battered and bruised he goes forΒ Β a snooze.
Screaming awakes him, he's extremely shaken.
Walking down the stairs he can hear his daddy's scared.
The sight he sees, a child should not know. How use he is to the show.
Daddy won't talk, daddy won't tell. The secret he has is keeping him in hell.
He wants to run, he wants to break free, but he's a child, he needs your help please.
Kelly O'Toole
Written by
Kelly O'Toole  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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