Your Father's Eyes - Marching Church

I heard you talking in your sleep

I heard you crying out

You were telling tales I did not know

Were living in your mind

I wish I had been sleeping then

Because of what I heard

Such unspeakable cruelty

That took place when you, on your knees

Had to ingest something incomprehensible

Knowing now, I must admit

That when I look at you

Sitting in the windowsill

You traits they appear changed

I heard you talking in your sleep

I heard you crying out

Even though you have your father’s eyes

It did not stop him, that foul night

Of having his way, right there on the kitchen floor