The fuse has been lit, the powder is dry,
thats how I feel when he makes you cry,
there not fists of love, there not punches of lust,
there not the drunken passions of trust.
A bruise on your face, a push to the floor,
I cant stand back, and take this no more.
You never fight him back, I question you why,
he,s stronger than me, is what you reply.
Your children hide in their rooms,
time for husband to come home,
they listen and scream, as they hear you moan,
never in pleasure, always in pain, I'll give you
sunshine, he gives you rain.
Too small to stop dad, to weak to help mum,
the memories of beatings have just begun.
The day you leave him, is the day that I cry, your heart will soar like doves in the sky.
No more fists for breakfast, or punches for tea,
just kind tender love, that comes from inside me.