Her mother's standing at the kitchen range
She's in her room
Learning for the next schoolday
She hears the key at the entrance-door
She knowa her mother's looking scared
DADDY'S COMING home he is breathing hard
He slams the door with a bang
He is drunken again
Screaming voices from behind the door
A hard punch and her mother cries
She hope's he won't come into her room
She would like to run away
The door handle is going down
She knows he'll touch her again
She would like to die
She would like to die