I close my eyes, and understand,
The only way a child can,
To be beaten down with soap, and socks,
I beg forgiveness, the paradox.
I hate you, but you hated me first,
The child’s cries do quench your thirst,
You strike the demons from my body,
You leave me to soak in misery.
I pray to salvation above,
To give me wings let me fly above,
This miserable world,
Fly just like a bird.
Over the clouds I soar, and sail,
Yet stills my father will prevail,
Snatch me from my dreams,
Another day it seems.
How I hate you, and your ways,
The way of sadness, and deepened sorrow,
All of now, and yesterday,
Yet I still hope for a better tomorrow.