Free at Last


He turned the key in the lock and opened the door
His eyes silently scanning the floor
He held his breath, his heart thumped like crazy
He looked at his father, lounging and lazy
Evil he was, never seen a day of work
But every night without fail he stood up and smirked
Then out came the belt with metal flashing
The boy had scars from many a lashing
One lash, two lash, three lash, four...
Raw marks on his back as he fell to the floor
But never a whimper and never a stutter
Never a cry of defeat did he utter
He rushed to his room
His precious safe haven
And sat as the sky went dark as a raven
To hide from the truth and the lies and the sorrow
From the good and the bad of today and tomorrow
He lets nobody in, he lets no one see
But though he's alone, in his heart, he is free

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