Your Father's Eyes

I heard you talking in your sleep

I heard you crying out

You were telling tales I did not know

Were living in your mind

I wish I had been sleeping then

Because of what I heard

Such unspeakable cruelty

That took place when you, on your knees

Had to ingest something incomprehensible

Knowing now, I must admit

That when I look at you

Sitting in the window still

Your traits they appear changed

I heard you talking in your sleep

I heard you crying out

Even though you have your father’s eyes

It didn’t stop him, that foul night

Of having his way right there on the kitchen floor

Swaying in your willows

Buried in your soil

Advantage invested into

Corruption of your smile, my love

And now we lie together

Time and time again

As wife and husband in our bed

I can’t help picture him, my love

I can’t help to picture

I can’t help to picture him

If I could just go back and put a stop to it

I’d give just anything

I’d blind myself

I’d deafen myself

I’d blind myself

I’d give anything

I can’t help

Lord, I can’t help

To see him coming over you

Over you