Who Raises A Hand - Niila
Written by：Niila Araju
Dropped into this world from the beak of a stork
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 ones that would bruise her skin
Cause she should be in the arms that would let her sore
Not the ones that would 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 the memory will last
So shame on a father who raises a hand
Little mind in a house where fear is the hold
Lines an unfair lottery
The hell behind the scenes when the curtains close
Is her reality
And what could be so broken in a soul of a man
Mistreated hearts break free
Living by the guidance of the ghosts from the past
Pain is what you breed
So shame on a father who raises a hand
In grace of a daughter disgrace of a man
A bruise disappears but the memory will last
So shame on a father who raises a hand
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 the 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 the 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 the memory will last
So shame on a father who raises a hand
