He waits in his bedroom for the noise to die down
He lies on the floor with his eyes to the door
Waiting and listening for him just once more
Another hit what could it do?
Leaves a bruise on her arm and him all alone
Her face is so purple and her body so still
He is helpless alone on the floor
His steps come closer, and then reach the door
He slips under the bed and close to the floor
Just one more hit, what could it do?
Leave a bruise on his arm and her all alone
His tiny feet dangle and face is so flush
She gets up to take off the cuff on her wrist
Hits him once and falls so safe.
She picks up her baby
Holds him so tight
Till the last breathe he breaths
Then she wipes her tears away with her sleeve