That day I came home,
No one was there,
I was left in this empty house alone,
Where there was dirt and grime and halp drank beers,

For once it was quiet,
No screaming,
No mother bitching about a useless diet,
And no father to threaten us with leaving,

I put my school stuff away and grabbed a mop and broom,
Hoping to get some of my chores done,
I know they'll be home soon,
And hell will start with more to come,

As I finish the dishes,
They walk through the door,
And remind me of all my hopeless wishes,
As they tred mud and dirt across my once clean floor,

Complaining that all the work hasn't been finished,
they last out their anger towards me,
But they never would've listened,
And there was no way for me to flee,

As the dishes fell from my hands to break on the floor,
I'm being beaten for my insolence,
And slammed up against the door,
for another round of thievery of my innocence,

This time he brought friends,
All taking turns,
My world caving in as I hope this is where my life ends,
For this pain they cause seriously burns,

Laying helplessly on the hard tile,
Sighing with relief cause beginning was over,
Yet listening to my mother's raving over me being vile,
Knowing none of them are sober,

Locked in my room again,
Where I'll be safe for the night,
The only place where I can stay sain,
Until I see dawn and it's cruel light,

I came home that day,
To a strange person talking to my parents,
That day they took me away,
And I could no longer bare it,

They took me to a strange place,
Told me I was to remain here until I'm 18,
I never understood it until I saw her face,
And realized that I came true, my wishes, hopes, and my dreams.