Mostly It's the night that I fear
When the man of the house is here
As I see him enter the door
My heart screams, my soul cries even more
I see him, he can't walk straight
Sometimes he returns in evening, often too late
He comes and asks for food, water, sweets and bed
I'm only a little kid, how do I manage it all?
He has a belt on his waist
I have its marks, I know its taste
Long Red lines and blue marks
It hurts a lot but I can't escape
"Father, please don't beat me" I begged
"Shut up you filthy little rat, get out of my house" he said
My friends ask the reason for it
"nothing, I just slipped off the stairs" or "I accidentally bumped into the gate"
What I miss the most is the mother
She's not here, but in a world some other
I wish to go back to where she is
To escape this terror, this misery
Dear God, are you listening to me?
Please call me where you are, all I wanna be is free!

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