He shields himself against the blows
And stares that monster in the eye
The monster that he has known his whole life
The very same blood flows through his own veins
"Dad no!" He screams into the darkness
But nothing changes and nothing stops
For the bruises and cuts shall never cease
And these scars shall never heal
The curse of the druggies and drunks
Is the one that he must face everyday
He had never done anything wrong
He isn't the one that should have the curse
What is he to do?
He is helpless and timid
No one is there to see what is done
They all stand aside and just make fun
Smoke always fills his lungs
He coughs and desperately tries to breathe
A cold liquid covers the ground he lays on
As he tries to defend himself
The curse of the druggies and drunks
Is the one that he must face everyday
He had never done anything wrong
He isn't the one that should have the curse
"Wishing gets you no where and hope is just a plea"
He says all the time to people
They call him a Satanist but they don't know
Of what he faces everyday within his own abode
His faith is shattered with every passing day
That he must spend in that prison of his
There is no warmth in his life
Not a soul to teach him how to love
And they wonder why he is cold for such a young child
