Just a little boy coming home from school

Dreading his angry father who was oh so cruel

This child never get hugs, only hits to the face

Instead of home being safe, it was a feared place

The son would always ask, "Why do you do this to me?"

And his dad would reply, "This is how your grandfather taught me to be"

That is when the boy came up with his brilliant plan

To never be like his father, to never be a so-called man

But as he got older it seemed his dad's punches hit deeper than the skin

Those harsh echoed words of his father became silent with a bottle of gin

And when that boy became a father he almost wanted to cry

Because as he raused his fist, he saw the fear in his son's eyes

He couldn't do it, he didn't have that cold of a heart

He was never like his father, from the very start

This was not what he wanted for his little boy

Instead of a life of fear, he wanted a life of joy

So he lowered his big hand and opened his tight fist

And upon his little boy's forehead, he placed the gentlest kiss