Dont Hurt Me Dad

when i was just a little boy my life wasnt really filled with joy my mam she loved me with all her might my father and her would always fight he didnt want me that was clear he would bend me over and smack my rear his hands would hurt me make me cry so often i would sit and wonder why what did i do to deserve this beating was i bad for wanting a greeting i love you dad i used to say go to bed get out my way my mum was my life and my soul she made me feel alive and whole up the stairs she would creep to check on me to see if i was asleep its not ur fault she would say to me surely mum it has to be all i want is to die tonight she looked at me her face full of fright my father liked to have a drink made him a big man he used to think to beat me and to make me black n blue leave me in the corner when he was through to punch me and kick me in the face why didnt he feel any disgrace now hes dead and past on do i miss him no not none.