In the house, that i grew up in, there were secret's galore.
I was just a little girl, living in my daddy's war.
He battled drugs and alcohol every day.
Sometimes he just didn't want to stay.
Mommy used to scrub those floors with daddy gone away.
Sometimes, he would be gone for week's, with no more food to eat.
He would come home all tired out and beat.
Mommy tried her best to take care of all six of us.
But sometimes what she had to offer, just wasn't enough.
Daddy used to bring me for those long special walk's.
That old shack with an old torn mattress, he would lay me down.
How he hurt me, but daddy told me not to talk.
It didn't feel right, what he used to do, but I tried not to make a sound.
I tried not to get daddy mad
I got dressed feeling all scared inside, daddy told me not to say a word to anyone, because they will think he is bad.
Time went by and eventually daddy got caught.
A few men took daddy away from mommy, how he had fought.
We were so scared, we were told that daddy was a bad man.
Being a little girl of age nine, I didn't understand.
But as i grew up, I realized that my father was a pedophile.
It wasn't only me that he hurt, I wasn't the only child.
Now that my father is deceased, I had finally found my peace.
The nightmare's that I was having have gone away.
I can raise my girls to be strong because I know they will be okay.
For the multi-children that he has hurt in the past.
Can finally show their true faces, they can take off their mask.
We can finally heal.
Our lips no longer are sealed.
We can finally heal.
