My Childhood Dream

For nine years we lived in a living hell It was later than sooner he arrived in a cell We wanted to run and hide from this man We knew if we did, A gun, he would have in his hand. The beatings we took nothing could compare But no one done nothing, just stood there and stared The blood would trickle down my mothers face Lie she would do, So there wasn't even a trace. The deer buckle of a belt across my face Still she done nothing, to stay in his good grace I prayed to the heavens, the Lord up above To give me wings so I could fly away like a dove. The prayer it did work, the man, he was gone Still nightmares progress form dusk til' dawn I realize one thing when the sun does gleam Getting away alive, That was My Childhood Dream.