The Fighting Game

“It’s all your fault!” they both exclaim They’re at it once again. My mom and dad are fighting mad Just like they’ve always been. See, he blames her and she blames him. They’re both convinced they’re right. They’re fighting from when I wake up Until I sleep at night. No, I don’t care whose wrong or right. I only wish they’d cease So we could have but just one night Of ever loving peace. Oh, can’t they see they’re hurting me? When will they realize? I wish that they could see themselves By looking through my eyes. No, I don’t care who’s right or wrong. I don’t care who’s to blame. I only wish my mom and dad Would end this fighting game. Oh Lord, I pray they’ll stop one day And we can fin’lly be A closely-knit and intertwined And loving family.