We're here at the start; step one and step two.
A gun in her hand; she doesn't know what to do.
He stands at the door; his fists balled up tight.
She cries in silent, while he threatens her life.
Step three and step four, we're back here again;
a child, alone, never having a friend.
She hides in the closet; breath held up tight.
Her mom walks the halls; she won't be sleeping this night.
She takes three steps back, now at step one;
She wish she just left when she stopped having fun.
He slurs his words as he bangs on the door;
She buries her face as she sits on the floor.
Three steps forward, and one step back,
the little girl's to weak; she finally snaps.
Her mom comes at her with a fist of pain
and a bottle in hand; that's how she was trained.
Here at step five, I've seen what went wrong;
A absence of love, and absence of song.
To end the abuse, we need to stand tall;
To help those in need when they constantly fall.