Innocence of childhood
Waiting . . . waiting with fear
Of what will happen
Dreading those terrible words
Daddy’s home
And what comes after
I start again
Dingy bars, street corners
All of the men alike
Each experience
Echoes those terrible words
Daddy’s home
And what came after
I start again
Wedding vows, pure white dress
Could it be different
Again what happens
Mirror those terrible words
Daddy’s home
It still comes after
I start again