Dirty old man

As it hit 12 we could hear your footsteps coming into the house we ran up stairs and hid under our beds

We hald hands closed our eyes and prayed to god you wouldnâ??t find us

We could hear you call our names and saying how much you loved us both

We could hear your big boots coming up the stairs as you drunk your vodka

We close your eyes tight praying again , and again

You walked into our room and looked into our knickers draw.

You then started to shout out loud if you donâ??t come out Iâ??ll make you come out

But for some reason you went in your room and fell asleep

Maybe god is there maybe that day he was listening to us maybe an angle was looking over us. But we other fear for the next day.