He comes home from that terrible place,
The look in his eyes,
The mark on his face,
I can�t look at him,
I don�t see the innocents I love,
The man of my nightmares is standing there,
His sea lit eyes are turning to blue pools of hate,
That man is there,
His hands of rock that leave marks,
His blaring vicious mouth that yells and screams,
His evil eyes that make me shutter,
His alcoholic habits that makes his ill-temper worst,
His attitude is changing,
Now I�m terrified,
The hidden things are now coming out,
He�ll have a choice,
To despise or forget,
He�ll know why mom cries,
Why I hate,
He must see our dad for who he is,
Not for what he wants us to believe
