What of the desperate house wife?
Makeup concealing the bruise on her face
He tells her it’s all her fault
But her pastor says that she has to forgive
Where can she go for shelter
When Your house is a lions’ den?
Lions’ den, lions’ den
Struggling for life in a lions’ den
Lions’ den, lions’ den
Does anybody know she’s being beaten in a lions’ den?
What of the boy in his closet?
Full of questions and doubts and wonders and fears
Clobbered by their thunderous sermons
Dismissed by their judgmental fingers
Where can he go for shelter
When Your house is a lions’ den?
Lions’ den, lions’ den
Struggling for life in a lions’ den
Lions’ den, lions’ den
Does anybody know he’s being broken in a lions’ den?
And what of the youth-group Lolita?
The light of his life, the fire in his loins
Tarnished by his quicksilver tongue
Her innocence stolen, and she is so young
Oh God, where can she go for shelter
When Your house is a lions’ den?
Lions’ den, lions’ den
She’s hanging on for dear life in a lions’ den
Lions’ den, lions’ den
Does anybody know she’s being eaten in a lions’ den?
Does anybody care they’re dying slowly in a lions’ den?
This song was inspired by the stories that came from #TakeDownThatPost and also by Connor Brassington’s story of almost dying at the hands of conservative religion. The recording is a very rough demo, and I consider the song to be a work in progress. Your comments are welcome!