The child's cry pierces the night,
And the sound of a heavy blow.
What the father does is not right,
But the child doesn't know.
Every day is filled with fear,
With torment and with strife,
Until one day the child is grown,
And has a daughter and a wife.
A child's cry pierces the night,
And the sound of a heavy blow.
The little girl knows that it's not right,
But her father doesn't know.
