Dropped into this world
From a big of a star
No option to choose our home
Those timid little eyes
Tell that she was caught
By the hands of someone wrong
Cause she should be in the arms
That would keep her warm
Not the one's
that will bruise her skin
Cause she should be in the arms
That would let her soar
Not the one's
that will break her wings
So shame on a father
who raises a hand
In Grace of a daughter
disgrace of a man
A bruise disappears
but a memory will last
So shame on a father
who raises a hand
Little mind in the house
Where fear is the host
Life's an unfair lottery
The hell behind the scenes
When the curtain's closed
Is her reality
And what could be so broken
In the soul of a man
Mistreated hearts claim free
Living by the gardins
of the ghosts from the past
Pain is what you breed
So shame of a father
who raises a hand
In Grace of a daughter
disgrace of a man
A bruise disappears
but a memory will last
So shame on a father
who raises a hand
So shame on a father
who raises a hand
In Grace of a daughter
disgrace of a man
A bruise disappears
but a memory will last
So shame on a father
who raises a hand
So shame on a father
who raises a hand
In Grace of a daughter
disgrace of a man
A bruise disappears
but a memory will last
So shame on a father
who raises a hand
So shame on a father
who raises a hand
In Grace of a daughter
disgrace of a man
A bruise disappears
but a memory will last
So shame on a father
who raises a hand