tragedy has struck once again
the cycle of destruction won`t be breaking
like the ones before,
they`re silent in their pain
but bruises tell the story
of a man who`s gone insane
young eyes they don`t forget
soon they`ll learn the shame
and what it`s like to hit
but daddy don`t mean it
he`s just tired, frustrated
it`s my fault, i don`t listen
in the morning he`ll be sorry again
no one knows a thing about their life
the turmoil buried deep within
will remain out of sight
hidden from the outside, little jack and jill
he`ll do his best to care for them
but the words that burn he`ll just let spill
come home late at night,
push through and open door
take a hold of innocence
and smash it on the floor
but daddy don`t mean it
he`s just tired, frustrated
it`s my fault, i don`t listen
in the morning he`ll be sorry again