The Boy In The Attic

A blessing from below, born a sweet child like foretold
Could it the boy that I used to be
Oh, father please forgive me if I`ve done you wrong
For how long will you let me suffer all alone.

Father! Please!

A father`s touch, a beating one too much.

Hiding in the closet waiting for him to sleep
What others saw of me, was what dad wanted them to see.

Father! Please!

I want to taste the free, like nothing ever used to be
I want to taste what is mine
Am I evil, could it be, that I am the one they fear
Look at me, I am the sweetest one you`ll ever see.

I made it through the old into a brand new life
No more hiding in the closet, waiting for him to sleep.

Into the shadows of old
Strange memories of time gone.

I was never rightfully yours
Storys like mine, that were never told
Out of the window feeling free
That is how I killed me...