Her mother's standing at the kitchen range
She's in her room, learning for the next school day
She hears the keys at the entrance-door
She knows her mother's looking scared
Daddy's coming home, he's breathing hard
He slams the door with a bang
He is drunken again
Screaming voices from behind the door
A hard punch, her mother cries
She hopes 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