Damaged And Bleeding Again, You Feel The Guilt Of Unknown Sin; This Must Be Penalty For

Some Breech

The View From The Floor Seen So Many Times Before, Still, He Must Have A Lesson

To Teach

So Many Learned Along The Way, “On The Job Training” He Used To Say, Your Stitches

Keep The Count

His Rage You Would Claim, Justified By The Needle In His Vein, With Every Cc The Lessons

Did Mount

Your Mother So Fooled, “You Should Marry This Dude” Her Advice Given Freely Through

You’re Tears

Though He Was Often Behind Bars, Still You Did Not Wander Far, Held By The Terror And

You’re Fear

Finally You Had Your Fill, Strength And Courage Were Your Will, No Longer Could You

Mask It

You Knew The Time To Go Somehow, Another Man’s Child Inside You Now, Before He Could Return

And Love You Into

You’re Casket…