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 Your Tears.
Though He Was Often Behind Bars, Still You Did Not Wander Far, Held By The Terror And Your 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
Your Casket…
