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.
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