tragedy has struck once again    the cycle of destruction won't be breaking    like the ones before,    they're silent in their pain    but bruises tell the story    of a man who's gone insane    young eyes they don't forget    soon they'll learn the shame    and what it's like to hit       but daddy don't mean it    he's just tired, frustrated    it's my fault, i don't listen    in the morning he'll be sorry again       no one knows a thing about their life    the turmoil buried deep within    will remain out of sight    hidden from the outside, little jack and jill    he'll do his best to care for them    but the words that burn he'll just let spill    come home late at night,    push through and open door    take a hold of innocence    and smash it on the floor      but daddy don't mean it    he's just tired, frustrated    it's my fault, i don't listen    in the morning he'll be sorry again