Dad

My dad he used to hit me
When he'd had a drink
Half the time I don't know why
No matter what you think

Black eyes and bruises was my life
It was the only thing I'd known
But slowly as the years passed by
I realised I had grown

Then it came the fateful day
I stood and held my ground
I knew then I could have killed him
But luckily he backed down

Shortly after I left home
And turned another page
He had to find another target
To vent his growing rage

But one by one my brothers stood
And faced the angry man
He no longer held the fear
That bullies normally can

For many years he lived alone
And all alone he died
You may think I would be glad
But once again I cried

The funeral bought us together again
And yes the time was sad
Tears were falling one more time
Because after all he was still our dad