Travail Beaten
Tears drip down my swollen face
I blink my eyes and i try to embrace
What kind of mind
to do this sort of thing can it take
The very next day every thing that you do
Is a fake
You look in my eyes
And tell me all your lies
Smile at me
And promise me it´s done
Blood drips down my swollen head
Waves of fear sweep over me in bed
Your cowardly hands commit crimes
And are covered in red
And then i ask
Remember dad what you said
What you need is salvation from your sin
everyone that you love
You can´t help, but hurt
Fall on your face
Rip your shirt
Call on Christ
He will forgive you
