Daddys little Girl

Daddys home im scared to bits,
He slams the door, hes having a fit,
I hear his footsteps getting closer,
Im shaking now with bruises all over,

He opens my door, its plain to see,
I know whats coming, how could he do this to me,
I hear mummy in the background, begging him to stop,
"Thats it Brian im calling the cops"

But Daddy just laughs, hes heard it all before,
Mums eyes flood with tears, as im pushed to the floor,
Why wont he stop, this isnt a life,
Hurting those closest to him, His child, His wife,

We need help, i cant go on,
Living in fear, is tottaly wrong