If it were in my power
I would rescue you,
But, I have picked my flower,
And there is naught I can do.
I can be a shoulder, tho far away,
Will give you comfort where I can,
As one of those children let me say,
Don't do us any favors, dump the man.
There are more ways to abuse,
Than to hit and belittle,
We children are amused,
When you say it is for us
And put us in the middle.
It is about us,
You just said so,
Take the train or a bus
Let us go.
You have stood enough pain,
And it fuels our hate,
You have the world to gain,
Do it now before it is too late.
We can still love dad
For bringing us into the world,
But what he is doing is bad,
Don't put up with it girl.
Don’t say you stay so we can have a dad,
What dad we ask, he is never there,
This is so very very sad,
I just isn’t fair.