Daddy always loved me,
he used to show he cared,
hurt me he never would,
he absolutely wouldn’t dare.
But once evening came around, as it always did,
The alcohol changed his mood, the popping of a lid.
As the empty bottles kept on growing,
his rage at nothing kept on showing.
Daddy always hurt me,
he showed me that he cared.
All the other boys and girls their faces showing fear,
always with a piece of wood,
it was only how he ever could
his love that he shared.
Daddy always loves me,
he still shows that he cares,
every month or so, is all that he can bear.
From behind those bars, he tells me his love,
always strong and true,
“All these tears I have, will always be for you.”
- Roaring Fox