It's not a true story... It just came... I admit it is
strange and sad but hey.. I wrote it.
Anyway, it's dedicated to the ones who really experienced
child abuse.
Peace.

The Blacksmith

It's a short story about a man and his wife
It's a memory, a part of my life
In a poor countryside they lived
Milked their cows and plowed green fields

Children play with guitars
People ask about their scars
Mommy didn't listen, she eats  
Daddy hits her with cold fists

It's a short story about a girl and a boy
They know what is violence, not joy
In a poor countryside they scream and weep
But daddy with his ironed temper gives them a good night
sleep

Mommy is helpless, she has no choice but to ignore
While we can't bear the blows no more
Daddy is hungry and angry
Daddy is drunk and crazy
Maybe it will end, maybe

It's a short story about the blacksmith and his parental
costume
The authorities didn't do nothing I assume
They showed only ignorant
On them you can't depend

Daddy is stuffed with fluids
Slams the door and hits us with his belt
Now you see our soul's ruins  
But you'll never know how we felt
You'll never know how it felt !