Daddy’s Home

Alone in his bed he wonders if he will survive
Looks over to the clock it reads 10.45
Mamma’s downstairs, he can hear the TV
Apart from that it’s quiet the way things should be
Tries to block things out as he lies in the dark
Yet he knows in the next half hour the madness will start
A storm it is brewing and that is for sure
They’ll be kicking Daddy out now and closing their doors
It’s the same old story and it’s played out each week
Daddy works so darn hard needs to get his release
He’s crying and shaking in his bed all alone
And all because Daddy’s coming home

A taxi pulls up outside and some shouting he hears
Always the same when he’s had a few beers
Daddy stumbles up the path but drops his keys on the floor
Picks them up in the darkness puts his key in the door
His keys they don’t work right and he’s starting to shout
Neighbours bend curtains to see what all the noise is about
Mamma runs to the door and starts to let him in
Daddy falls over and makes such a din
Calls her some names as he makes to his feet
Don’t think there’s anyone left asleep in this street
I’m trembling so much; I’m chilled to the bone
Don’t you know my Daddy is home?

All falls quiet for a minute or two
But that wont last long if he’s had a few
I hear them shouting it don’t make no sense
But I know my mammas my first and last line of defence
Then there is silence and then there’s a smack
He’s resorted to violence; she’s out cold on her back
I feel the tears as they roll down my face
This is my father oh what a waste
I just lie here waiting to see what he will do next
I’d like to understand but it’s all too complexed
Then the hall light comes on as he mounts the stairs
My Daddies home and I’m so fucking scared

Continued:

I know he’s coming and I pretend to be asleep
But it’s hard when you’re crying not to make the odd peep
Maybe he’ll crash out like he’s done so many times before
Still I know I’m in trouble if he stops at my door
His footsteps get louder as he climbs every stair
I have to lie still now as if I’m unaware
His footsteps they cease at the door to my room
He turns the handle and enters my gloom
He stumbles forward and he sits on my bed
Sitting in silence he strokes my head
Silhouetted there all on his own
I hear him whisper “Your safe now son, your Daddies home!