Our Disgrace

~~We were never suppose to talk
 about what happened in our home.
 There is no telling what would happen
 if anyone had known.

 We made up so many stories,
 about the bruises on our face.
 We tried to pass the blame on,
 hiding from our disgrace.

 It wasn't right, but he's our dad,
 what's a kid supposed to do?
 After all when he was done
 he always said," I love you."

 We were staying with a friend,
 when we heard about the fight.
 The sirens echoed across town.
 She finally shot him that night.

 Now I wonder what it would be like,
 if I still had my dad.
 If he was here, it wouldn't change.
 I so hated the life I had.

 Its kind of strange, I don't know why
 I miss him, this is true.
 It wasn't right, but he was our dad.
 What's a kid supposed to do?

 It wasn't the best childhood,
 but I miss him, so am I a fool?
 I know what he did was not right
 without his love, what's more cruel