
Hands of a giant
And face like a bear
Daddy’s mad again
I can tell by his stare
I go to my room
And the fighting begins
I close my eyes
The yelling never ends
I dream of a land
So very far away
Then I come back
And now I must stay
I run to the door
As my tears start to fall
Stop it I scream
As I reach the hall
I can’t take the crying
No more words need said
No more yelling
I’d rather be dead
Please stop this sadness
Where did your love go
If you ever cared
Then let each other know
About the Creator
Stranna Pearsa
A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.



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