So dark and so cold the story told
off the people off the world whose soul was sold
there always lived a family broken and torn
the hands of the mothers hands to back ...so tired...so worn
no father to be found , left with out a trace
so hard to bring to trial, needs for building a case
two children they stand together, though they fight through stormy weather
one , attention he seeks the other views the world dark and bleak
the two couldn't be more diverse , one also sees this as being a curse
with light faces and mangled hair , never a kind word none ever to spare
mother comforts her children and says it will be okay . just look toward tomorrow
it will be a better day
Older halfa run away from a police, slinks around in the night like a wondering thief
The other was a twin in twine with things, he couldn't get out, back like a dream of the profane words the little girl did shout
he escaped, although his body six feet under . but is his soul in a better place? the little girl now wondered
his brother now behind bars, none is shocked , everyone wonders if he likes being taken away under chain and locks
seen too many times before the broken family can't take it, no more no more.
 Artemis_child · Wed Jan 31, 2007 @ 05:43am · 0 Comments |
