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In the shadows I see feet falling on the floor,

As I hear the closing of the bedroom door.

The lights are all turned out,

I know better than to shout.

Mom's in bed asleep,

That's why you say not to make a peep.

You tell me not to fight,

'Cause everything your doing is all right.



In the shadows of the room,

I see you holding a broom.

I know what's in store,

I know what you're asking for.

I've known every night for two years,

Yet I still feel a need for tears.

What I can't ask, each tear does, that drops,

Why won't you just stop?



In the shadows against the wall,

Another frilly nightgown will fall.

You pull my naked body on top of your knee,

So my face you can better see.

I give a hard kick to get away,

But you only hold me tighter so I won't stray.

On my cheek you give a light kiss,

Then say, "There's nothing wrong with this".



In the shadows of my mind,

The truth I try to find.

Is this really normal,

Slipping in my room as if nothing is personal?

Shouldn't you be touching my mother in this way?

All of these things I want to say,

But fear conceals like a mask,

None of these questions are asked.



In the shadows my mother sits while I wait for dawn,

So the darkness from her eyes will be gone.

Then she will see her husband crawling from bed,

To capture the heart of another dryly bled.

She will protect me, this I've known,

And in a jail cell he'll be thrown.

Once he's gone this will only be a nightmare,

But I'll no longer awaken facing the fear.