She adjusts her veil,
smoothes her white dress of lace.
Touches up her makeup,
hiding the bruises upon her face.
He drinks all day;
barely ever makes it home.
She has someone who calls her "Mama,"
But she has never felt so alone.
The little girl hides under the table,
her tiny hands covering her ears.
Blocking out the angry screams,
and all the fighting that she hears.
Each slap gets harder,
etched into her soul,
Mama wants to leave,
but where would they go.
Every hideous word uttered,
more stinging than the last.
What did I do to deserve this torment,
her Mama dares herself to ask.
One day it's too late,
her mama dies by Daddy's hand.
Soon the sirens fade;
the little girl never sees him again.
Mama's little girl grows up thinking,
this is how love is supposed to be.
She finds a man like Daddy,
and soon, history repeats.
First he called her ugly names,
his true colors began to show.
His words she believed,
because what other way did she know.
Mama's little girl,
now has a baby of her own,
A blue-eyed little girl,
to follow in her footsteps when she's grown.
Angry slaps, another curse.
His fist goes through the wall.
The little girl stares in horror,
"Mama, this isn't love at all."
Another fight and shameful bruises,
each word uglier and louder than before.
The pieces of her heart, jagged and torn,
she vows to fix her broken soul.
The girl packs their bags,
running away in the murky night.
She hugs her own little girl close,
as they drive out of sight.
Houses fade in the rearview mirror,
she tosses memories into the wind.
Makes God a promise,
no one will ever hurt Mama's little girl again.