Storybox: Music & Lyrics
Therapy
(Storybox)
2007-09-04
Agent D 
Well, it is not fiction. What else can I say? Some kids have it tougher than others growing up. Mother's love is a powerful thing.
My first memory of Dad
Is him abusing Mom
I was too young to do anything
To keep her safe from harm
Later he said he was sorry
For everything he had done
But nothing really changed
The monster he’d become
When I was 24
I confronted him with my truth
All the secrets and the shame
He made me feel in my youth
I never saw him again
Since that warm summer day
Nothing left for him in me
There’s nothing left to say
I was 8 years old
When I spent a night with the neighbours
Little did I know
The old man would be wanting favours
He ripped me off my clothes
And forced me to my knees
Then had his way on my back
And left me to bleed
He threatened my life
If I ever told anyone
Too scared to talk about it
So nothing was ever done
It took many years
To feel safe again in bed
As far as I’m concerned
Dad and neighbour are both dead