She Always Gees In
Many ah nights wed sit on our ain
Wondering weather or no my da wid be hame.
Ma poor wee maw she's gone insane
Coz hes been dame it a lot
an no coming hame.
Wen he finally does hes holding
his head down in shame.
I'd lie an listen to her cry
in my bed at night
I'd try to help her through her pain .
Make sure she was alright
But he'd always dae it again .
Wen he's drunk he didn't care
He'd hurt her even mare.
Copyright © Rosina Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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