Beautiful Prize
(Recorded by Rick Springfield)
The father giveth and the father taketh away
Johanna prays in her bed
He drinks his beer to the TV chatter,
Thinks dark thoughts in his head
When the house
that he keeps with his head won pay
Is finally asleep after his brutal day,
He turns
his eyes on his beautiful prize
Johanna watches her door open just a crack
And a
hand that once held her runs down the length of her back
Her fallen angel lies down on her
bed
So much confusion in her beautiful head
Johanna closes her eyes
In a house
full of secrets the truth doesn't matter
Johanna buries her shame.
And dreams of
redemption they just scatter
She grows numb to the pain
She can't remember how it was
before
And she doesn't know who she is anymore
She's in disguise as his beautiful
prize
Johanna watches her life from the outside
And she dreams of one day she'll
fly free from this mess
She's a hawk trying to soar with a broken wing
And she doesn't
talk anymore about anything
She just closes her eyes
She just can't stand his
anger, she just can't bear his heat
She takes a long hard look at a life on the street
yeah
In a house full of secrets the truth doesn't matter
And any dreams of salvation
they just shatter
Johanna watches the world from the outside
And she dreams of the
day she'll fly free from this mess
She doesn't know what she's waiting for
Cos there's
nothing left in this house anymore
And in his eyes she's just a beautiful prize
Oh
Johanna just a beautiful prize
Yeah Johanna
Oh Johanna
This song
was among the many I learned about at folksinger Gerri
Gribi's Webpage. I hope you'll take a
moment to visit her page and suggest some songs for her exhaustive list! Thanks Gerri!