pressure and abandon,
small soul would learn its place,
bruises, cuts, fits yellin'
beatings overlooking grace,

long sleeve turtle neck, blue jeans too,
disguised to hide the truth,
little eye told a different story,
even shut, it held the proof,

physical anger no longer verbal,
pleads denied as you screamed and cried,
deep and darkened, hurtful purple,
wore the bottom where tears have dried,

screams to keep your head bent down,
echo deeply to remind,
in the school, even -on the- playground,
his voice violates your mind,

childhood grew and had enough,
face benumbed atop burdened state,
time melted the crave of love,
filling the ladle with hardened hate,

upon an ocean of compounded lies,
years solemnly float away,
many hopes aboard that he finally dies,
as you watch him quietly lay,

no healing lives in rotten victory,
false justice tastes flat and sour,
memories still coated with misery,
no sweetness, pride nor power,

waves surround his departure,
though no rain today will release,
until a solo cloud breaks lose,
with a whispered glance of peace,

"daddy...?"