Her daddy had eyes
Gleaming, red bullets
Only for her, only for her
He said, "Baby, I love you"
She nodded and smiled
But it took her a while

Her daddy came home one night
Eyes bloodshot and fingers trembling
He said, "I got into a fight"
And that he needed relieving
She looked at him softly
Her heart running a marathon
He looked at her hardly
And touched her gently

This was her life
She knew she had to go
Or he had to leave
Everything moving in slow-mo
She packed her things
Toothbrush and old clothes
She opened the door
He hit her and asked if she wanted more

She said, "No, no"
And he just smirked
She asked "Why?"
He held his head high
And said, with a sigh
"I ain't been right since your momma died."