I was nine,
my oldest brother was thirteen.
Momma was running from,
daddy mean.
Little sis was about seven,
we all prayed for help,
from God in heaven.

The others were even younger,
sooner or later we would all hunger.
But we stayed hidden in the woods,
hiding from dads bad moods.
Mommy was leaving my father,
until this day he still doesn't bother.

This was many years ago,
but the memory will never go.
Afterwards we suffered much,
it was very hard to stay in touch.
I'm down here on this earth,
still suffering from my early birth.

G