Thru The Eyes Of A Child

Thru The Eyes Of A Child.

I'm awake now, lying in my bed.
Momma and daddy are fighting again.
I've covered my head, yet that doesn't work. I can still hear their
every word.
Now my brother's awake, and he takes my hand, because we're both
afraid of the backlash from daddy's hand.
Mommy please, don't let daddy get mad, for we don't want to be
another punching bag.
Daddy please don't call mommy that, after all she did what you asked.
Momma's crying now, and daddy has left.
He must really be mad because of the things that he said.
I just thank God that my brothers and I are in bed.
I know this sounds bad,
But sometimes I wish that my daddy was dead.
It wasn't always like this you see,
Daddy used to be nice to my brothers and me.
Then one day he went to work,
Mommy said that day his head got hurt.
Daddy hit his head one morning while driving the bus,
The hospital called and mommy left in a rush.
It was a three-car accident, the outcome was sad.
Daddy now has brain damage and remains very mad.
I hear mommy coming, I better tuck back in bed,
We don't want her to know about daddy hitting us again.