You fight your battles and raise your weapons..
Only eight, and you throw me across the room, and curse me..
Intoxicated you screamed, and willing you abandoned us..
You chose alcohol over me....
Open my eyes, through the knuckles on his fist I could see the glimpse of my mothers cry.. A little girl who never asked for dolls nor a dress... Just to see
The day when she can see the love of her father through his fist...
Taking a steP she couldn't so she listened and before she could take her shield, his line had been crossed, divorce was heard seemed like through every nation, ******* and your bashing words such as darts...
We all saw.. You drew your sword on many who didn't havE a shield...