| I fall father. | |
| I fall down in graces | |
| Rained upon my tiny head, | |
| Like words from your rotted mouth. | |
| I run father. | |
| I run away from horrors | |
| Placed through hatred in my life, | |
| Like thoughts of myself in weary memory. | |
| I hurt father. | |
| I hurt from blows you delivered. | |
| Like sweet smelling roses on my doorstep. | |
| I die father. | |
| I die in lonely city streets | |
| Away from your disheartened presence. |