Last Fight

Close your eyes
Dry the tears
Ignore the screaming
The stench of beer.

Pray to Jesus
then try to sleep
Dont cry baby
It's just a dream.

Their not in there
Their not drunk
Baby crying
In bottom bunk.

Doors are closing
Hide your ears
Maybe they wont tonight
chase the fear.

Then the yelling
Beaking glass
Rock the baby
Really fast.

Try not too
See out the door
Daddy please stop
Hit no more.

She is crying
Baby is too
Climb down to comfort
I hate them too.

Fighting is over
God block the sight
Of the morbid relics
Of the drunks last fight.