The break of dawn brings renewed hope
Oh !this day will be the last… today the die will be cast
What will be the reward…? The hand of God or the devil’s fork
For her home is a prison
No more she reasons
Many-a-night praying the children wouldn’t listen
But a locked door is a wall to those who have no key
Many-a-night her voice sweet and clear as a banshee's
Shattering the illusion of the perfect picture on the night stand
Gorged and gagged as the prisoner she so claims
Now she hopes to do more harm than maim
For death is a wife to a man whose heart is in chains
