The Gift
In the darkness a cry
A little voice ask why
Soft footsteps across the floor
Can see them passing my door
I cry no more
Moms away
Dad likes to play
Silence is the word
Nothing heard
Just a bump in the night
My heart takes off in fright
Fear takes flight
I don't want to know
Be a part of the show
but the pain
The stain
The damage to my brain
Was mine to keep
Each time I weep
In my sleep
I cry out loud
Not so proud
You taught me to hate
Did not wish your fate
Don't let no one near
Hold no one dear
In my dreams I see
The bad things that used to be
So I hide
Get over it I've tried
Been denied
Afraid to sleep
As I wake up and weep
This is mine to keep
This gift you gave
I'll carry it to my grave
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