The clock is ticking and its 9 a clock
I shudder as I hear the knock
And scurry as fast as I can under the cot
Here he comes, the man my mother married
Punch drunk with his speech so slurried.
He begins to pick on my mum about the door,
And then he starts to beat her, I dont know what for
He then turns around trashes the place,
Like he is searching for some hidden guerrilla
The look on his plastered face seems like he is at war, and that this is the place
To destroy all that lies in his path
Including the rice, the curry, and the stove that mum has been cooking at!
At last the intoxication did set in, this I know cause there no more din
I come of hiding, its more like I have committed a sin
I dont want to be him, when I grow old,
To pick on my family, that actually I would love to hold.
Hungry again that night, I go to sleep,
With all my siblings crowed around me as if in a heap.
I look at the stars that shine through my roof
It is like they shine to give me proof that,
If I can only ride this wave out, by continuing to stay in school
One day, I could do the world some good
Cause that is what we all should.
But then reality hits me hard, to say
That the only way I could get to my dream
Is if somebody actually held my hand and led me upstream
Against that tide that is pushing me down
Is that someone U or is it my fate to have to wait for that someone to still come around?
