The first time you truely open your eyes
It may hurt at first
Like when we awake from sleep
It burns but doesn’t get worst
It only gets better
As children from broken homes
Turn to the streets like falling feathers
And turn to either guns or drugs
And write their new families love letters
See when the going gets tough
The un-needed is the only thing still going
When bad decisionss are made
And it gets rough blame is what we are throwing
True colors showing, but everyone needs relief
Only those who are truly pure have no need to change sheets
As we push away family to the streets in total disbelief
They never get speak their piece
And later when the pain subsides
And you get a chance to dry your eyes
The best part of them has died
And they know you never tried
You were always at it
Now and tan the same just different names
Hoolagan addict, but n the end truely who’s to blame
Where did it start?
When you treat them how you were treated
Where does it end?
A final stand is the only way to beat it ……
And now its over
A new beginning ……