Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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Scars From Daddy
When I was a little child,
You know it hurt me so;
That Daddy hurt my mama;
Oh little did he know;
That childhood wounds, they never heal;
But leave scars and fears that show;
That hinder love and happiness,
When into an adult you do grow.
Oh Mama, how she loved us,
Her children, you and I.
I remember waking up at night
And hearing Mama cry.
My brother, how I loved him.
I guess that he never understood
Why I was so angry.
I wish now, that he could.
I was such a little child;
Afraid, angry and sad.
At times, my precious brother
Was all that I felt I had.
My sister, I adored her;
So happy, sweet and dear.
I was always thankful that
She never felt our fear.
Through the years, into a woman,
She did seem to grow.
Now those wounds from Daddy
Are beginning to show.
How much do we all remember?
Sometimes it's not quite clear.
There is something that I'm sure of;
That throughout all of these years,
We all bare the scars from Daddy;
From all the beatings, threats and tears.
When I was a little child,
Little did I know,
That childhood wounds, they never heal;
But leave leave scars and fears that show;
That hinder love and happiness,
When into an adult, you do grow...
L.A.McNabb
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
You know it hurt me so;
That Daddy hurt my mama;
Oh little did he know;
That childhood wounds, they never heal;
But leave scars and fears that show;
That hinder love and happiness,
When into an adult you do grow.
Oh Mama, how she loved us,
Her children, you and I.
I remember waking up at night
And hearing Mama cry.
My brother, how I loved him.
I guess that he never understood
Why I was so angry.
I wish now, that he could.
I was such a little child;
Afraid, angry and sad.
At times, my precious brother
Was all that I felt I had.
My sister, I adored her;
So happy, sweet and dear.
I was always thankful that
She never felt our fear.
Through the years, into a woman,
She did seem to grow.
Now those wounds from Daddy
Are beginning to show.
How much do we all remember?
Sometimes it's not quite clear.
There is something that I'm sure of;
That throughout all of these years,
We all bare the scars from Daddy;
From all the beatings, threats and tears.
When I was a little child,
Little did I know,
That childhood wounds, they never heal;
But leave leave scars and fears that show;
That hinder love and happiness,
When into an adult, you do grow...
L.A.McNabb
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Scars From Daddy
Scars From Daddy