Papa, Come Home

I walk home from school
I see your parked car
The door is open;
The windows are broken
My breath catches inside me
Something's not right
I beg I'm just being paranoid
I walk into the house
"Mama," I whimper
I walk through the rooms
- The house is so messy
I drop my books
I see your limp figure
I catch a glimpse of your blood
I shed a single tear
He did it again
Papa came home drunk
He left us . . . again
"Papa," I cry
"Papa, come home
I need a daddy
I'm just a kid
I need a daddy"
I look down at you
You are coming to
You open your eyes
I see how bad he hurt you
You smile, brightening your eyes
"Baby," you whisper
"How was school today?"