Alice I - Between the Acts

Small hands
Were caught in the act
She’d paint
The pain from her back

Fingertips
Soft felt like the brush
Such contrast
To her father’s rough touch

Father, father -- am I yours?
And mother, mother -- what’s the score?
May I give up?-- I'm sorry it's soon
But you made it too hard to stand by you

Isolation
She sits by herself
And when she cries
God, she needs all the help

She can get
When she’s closed in the room
Drowning out
The feelings she drew

Tossed the paint
To the wall
To read the story he’s written
And lose track of the page

Father, father -- am I yours?
And mother, mother -- what’s the score?
Can I give up?-- I know it’s soon
But you made it too hard to stand by you

Father, father -- am I yours?
And mother, mother-- what’s the score?
Can I give up? -- I know it's soon
But you made it too hard; you gave up on me, too