i can still remember the night
that you came home and you weren't sober
and you loving arms that excepted me
and where always there to comfort
turned in to fists that never wanted a daughter
and they beat me till i learned not to struggle

i can still remember the day
that you came home and you started drinking
and your loving eyes that welcomed me
and were always happy
turned into anger that should have never had a child
and bore wholes into me till I gave up