Beautiful Prize

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 hard 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 that 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 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

Cause 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, Hanna...