Into my fathers’ arms safe from harm
In a place far away no whisky in his hand
Running along a beach somewhere on golden sand
No shouting, swearing or blows to the head
At a table where I will be fed
No more hunger no more pain all is well
Sitting at a warm fire stories we tell
Well away from my living hell

Ironed clothes and shoes on my feet
Into a bed with crisp white sheets
Snug and cosy not afraid to sleep
Nobody kicked out to walk the streets
Dry bed in the morning what a delight
Going to school with a smile on my face
Parents watching you in sports and plays
Shouting encouragement making you proud
Not to be outside the fashionable crowd
Things are not what they always seem
This is not reality; it is only a childhood dream