There’s a place in time I always go back to
A bedroom in the home I slept
Where I prayed for love, and I begged you
To stop the cycle you beat me as I wept

You broke the eggs upon whose shells I walked
I hung on your every word, obeyed your every rule
You praised me vehemently though you never talked
The bruises, scars, forced to change my school

One second you were evil; the next, you were fine
I cherished your love unlike any other
You’d move with care and turn on a dime
Nothing a daughter should see in her mother

I felt safe in my wardrobe, safe in the dark
Waiting there to see who would show
The woman with praise or the hateful remark
Everyday terrified I could never know

Eventually, my hiding place you’d manage to find
Standing there scared all by myself
The skin on my neck your fingers would bind
To slam my head back and forth into the shelf

It seemed like forever your thumb I was under
You never loved me or even tried to act to
A desperate child even now it’s no wonder
There’s a place in time I always go back to