The silver buckle of Papa's shoe
That kicked his side and made him blue
He was totally helpless, there was nothing he could do.
Silver is his fear.
The steel tipped end of Papa's cane
That struck him down again and again.
He wished he would die, there was so much pain.
Silver is his fear.
The emerald encrusted signet ring
That imprinted his face and made it sting.
A horrible, beautiful, terrorising thing.
Silver is his fear.
Those cold grey eyes that saw into his mind,
Making him feel as though he were blind,
Icy and searching, definitely not kind.
Silver is his fear.
The shiny buckle of Papa's belt,
Leaving black bruises and horrible welts.
He didn't deserve the punishment dealt.
Silver is his fear.
He wants to find a secret place,
Where he can cry and tremble and bury his face
And lock his fear in an invisible case
Where no one will discover, not even a trace,
That silver is that fear.