A perfect family lives in a home
A mother
A father
And a five year old girl
But they're not so perfect
Behind those masks
There's violence, pain,
Nobody likes to ask whats going on in their world
The little child always has marks
Cuts, and bruises she got in the dark
The mother always cries for her pain to stop
She always trie to run away
But she can never get out
The father, he smiles and he never cries
I think he's the one we should all despise
They try to stop him
They scream and they shout
Until they day when they got out
There names our now written on cement angels
While the father looks for a group of new victims.
