His hands

I’d build a tent with blankets and a chair

I’d stay there quiet and silent

Compressing my lungs so he wouldn’t hear my breath

I’d stay there quiet and silent

And shakin’ a little I’d cower, I’d fold in, I’d pray

I’d crawl under my bed with Teddy and a pillow

I’d stay there quiet and silent

Trying to sleep as I’d hear him walkin’ around

I’d stay there quiet and silent

And shakin’ a little I’d cower, I’d fold in, I’d pray

But he would, he would

Find me anyway

His hands are hammers, his hands are peaks

His hands are cold and thick

His hands are hammers, his hands are peaks

…

His hands are hammers, his hands are peaks

They don’t know how to care, they hit

His hands are hammers, his hands are cold

… So cold

I’d walk away in my dreams

I’d run away

I’d fly away

I’d walk away with no fear

I’d laugh away

I’d shout away

I’d give away all my tears

They’ll flow away

They’ll drift away

And I’d rather die than stay

Oh I’d rather die than stay

Yes I’d rather die than stay

For his hands are hammers, his hands are peaks

His hands are saws and my body’s a tree

His hands are drillers, his nails are claws

His hands are feet and my head is a football

And as he hits me, Mummy where are you

You hear my cries don’t you!

And as he hits my body falls apart

And as he hits my mind falls apart

What will remain of me?

What will remain of me?

What will remain