Rainy days and stormy nights br a train running through my mind br tree's fall knocking out the lights br and I somehow, lose all track of time br br I sat there in that corner all alone br wondering what will happen next br praying that he didn't come home br I was wrong, now I'm in a hell of a fix br br I heard her tell him, I got beat up bad br he had to come and look for himself br when he saw me crying he did get mad br after that beating, all I thought of was death br br I was always wrong because he had his own rule br and no matter what I did, it just wasn't enough br I even had thoughts of camping out at school br because living at home was getting to be rough br br I use to cry a lot, but I got broke in with pain br it's hard to do at time, and I can't understand br holding the tears all the years who can explain br he walked around, proudly calling himself a man br br He just didn't know what I had been thinking br pay him back for all the pain that he gave me br wait till he passed out from all the drinking br could burn the house down and I would be free br br It's sad to think of all the pain a child gets br so hard to deal with and seems no one cares br they go through this life with so many regrets br from living in shame and hiding from fear br br when will it ever stop?br br Tracy Rollingsbr br