Daddy,please dont hit me,
as he fell unto the floor.
Daddy, I still love you,
as he hid behind the door.
Daddy, please forgive me,
as he covered his head in fear.
Daddy, I didn't mean it,
as he dodged a can of beer.
Mommy,won't you help me,
I dont know what to do.
Daddy likes to drink alot,
and soon he'll hurt you.
Son, you stop your playing,
your father's an honest man,
Daddy wouldnt do such things,
and her son turned around and ran.
The truck came in the driveway,
the headlights flashed ahead,
He couldnt think and couldnt speak,
he knew he'd soon be dead.

He stood there like a statue,
and his dad swerved out of the way,
his heart was stopped immediately
his funeral was the next day.

Son, you know I love you,
as he stared up at the sky.
Son, I didn't mean it,
I sure know you tried.
Son, will you forgive me?
as he dodged the building dread,
Son, I'm very sorry,
as the bullet hit his head.

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