"Once upon a time there was a girl, in her early years she had to learn how to grow up living in a war that she called 'home', never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm..."
Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face, everytime my father's fist would put her in her place. Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room hoping It would be over soon. Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door, the echo of a broken child screaming "please, no more". Daddy, don't you understand the damage you have done? to you it's just a memory, but for me it still lives on. 

It's not so easy to forget all the lines you left along her neck, when I was thrown against cold stairs. And every day I'm afraid to come home in fear of what I might see there..

To you It's just a memory but for me It still lives on.