Damaged And Bleeding Again, You Feel The Guilt Of Unknown Sin; This Must Be Penalty For
Some Breech
The View From The Floor Seen So Many Times Before, Still, He Must Have A Lesson
To Teach
So Many Learned Along The Way, “On The Job Training” He Used To Say, Your Stitches
Keep The Count
His Rage You Would Claim, Justified By The Needle In His Vein, With Every Cc The Lessons
Did Mount
Your Mother So Fooled, “You Should Marry This Dude” Her Advice Given Freely Through
You’re Tears
Though He Was Often Behind Bars, Still You Did Not Wander Far, Held By The Terror And
You’re Fear
Finally You Had Your Fill, Strength And Courage Were Your Will, No Longer Could You
Mask It
You Knew The Time To Go Somehow, Another Man’s Child Inside You Now, Before He Could Return
And Love You Into
You’re Casket…