Do You Hear Me
You supposed to protect me,
From your beloved son.
When I run with an outcry,
He's behind me with a gun.
Do you hear me?
Do you see my blood?
Running down my face?
Or is my life not worth
For your precious family name
To be a disgrace.
Naked I stood before you,
Pleading you for help.
But you turned a blind eye,
While he brought down the belt.
Do you hear me?
Do you see the blood?
Running down my face?
Instead, you worried about your precious reputation
That will be a disgrace.
Roebain
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