Here she comes
To wreck the day.
Hide your joy,
Put those smiles away.
We do not know
What she has made,
But we have to be
In this dull parade.
Lined up,
Side by side.
She looks at each one of us,
Our fear, we must try to hide.
She points out our faults,
Insults burn like fire,
With every licking flame,
Our hearts lose desire.
Love and be loved?
Not in this household,no.
She wants us to cry
And let the scars show.
She told us to call her 'mother'
But what's a name?
We've been beaten and cursed,
We hang our heads in shame.
We smile when told
Our only comfort is hope
That we turn out okay,
And resign from the dope.
We're her little dwarves,
That's what she calls us.
If we bring in enough money,
We wont be treated with disgust.
The days are long,
The night are loud
And we each wait
To see another white cloud.
A silver lining is not good enough,
What about the gold?
Money is our lives now;
We yearn for a mother's hold.
I'd hate to meet dad,
He could be worse,
Or maybe just as sad,
So we start another verse.
So now we leave her side,
Some bruised, others cry
The tears of joy
That years have confide.
We know we can't live normal lives
But we're glad to pay our goodbyes.
