A hot Southern night. It was 1955

Mother brought another stranger home for supper

Father’s gone and won’t be home until Christmas time

Lock the door and turn the lights

As the footsteps tapped the floor, inside they trembled

Could they take another drunk abusive night?

Because we don’t have the answers

All we know is that it’s time to end this pain

Because the time is now or never

One more gеneration thrown into the flames

Only thirteen, waking up in a backsеat

Never knowing when or where the next meal’s coming from

Or if her mother’s ever coming back

It’s an addiction to the smack

But can we really blame her?

The scars in her run deep

It’s all she knows to keep her mind from flashing back

It only takes one life to break this chain (The power of one)

A commitment that the past will never be in vain

Your history will never be the same

This is a song for all those born into the fight

The past won’t be forgotten

But you’re stronger than your sorrow

A tragic story with an ending left to write

Will you be the victim or the promise of tomorrow?

This is a song for all those born into the fight

The past won’t forgotten, but our time is only borrowed

A tragic story with an ending left to write

Will you break the chain and be the promise of tomorrow?