She's pretty, She's smart
She's fresh with young life


But she's shadowed by
Something, something not right


The shadow is him,
He is envy and pain


She trembles with fear
When he calls her name



He's the bushel to her radiance,
The shackles to her feet


The reason at night,
that she can not sleep


So she lies in her room,
On her bed holding tight



Her wishes for his love
And her life without fights


She stares at the roof,
As tears stream down her face


She retreats behind walls,
Into her happy place


Where his mean jeers and his taunts
Have no place there at all



Until from downstairs,
She hears his loud call


She wants to runaway,
Pack her bags, call a cab


But instead she will serve,
the Man she calls dad