Our Home

Whining, crying perfect fight Tears are pouring every night The thorns we roll on the floor See ourselves fighting in our door. Broken silence in our room Petty arguments though it's noon Flying marble plates in the air Locked our hearts in despair. Restless pains give us fright Covered by darkness and see no light Two hearts are twisted with fate Just believe and have a strong faith Arguments are normal but can't go worse Marriage should be firm to stop this bad force You and I can't build a broken home Let us center God in our home.