Who Raises A Hand

Dropped into this world from the beak of a stork

No option to choose our home

Those timid little eyes tell that

She was caught by the hands of someone wrong

Cause she should be in the arms that would keep her warm

Not the ones that would bruise her skin

Cause she should be in the arms that would let her sore

Not the ones that would break her wings

So shame on a father who raises a hand

In grace of a daughter disgrace of a man

A bruise disappears but the memory will last

So shame on a father who raises a hand

Little mind in a house where fear is the hold

Lines an unfair lottery

The hell behind the scenes when the curtains close

Is her reality

And what could be so broken in a soul of a man

Mistreated hearts break free

Living by the guidance of the ghosts from the past

Pain is what you breed

So shame on a father who raises a hand

In grace of a daughter disgrace of a man

A bruise disappears but the memory will last

So shame on a father who raises a hand

Who raises a hand

So shame on a father who raises a hand

In grace of a daughter disgrace of a man

A bruise disappears but the memory will last

So shame on a father who raises a hand

So shame on a father who raises a hand

In grace of a daughter disgrace of a man

A bruise disappears but the memory will last

So shame on a father who raises a hand

So shame on a father who raises a hand

In grace of a daughter disgrace of a man

A bruise disappears but the memory will last

So shame on a father who raises a hand