Blurred Slur Cure
Loud, ruthless, drunken slur
Visions of family blur
Matters not what they think
As long as she gets one more drink
Watching from the sidelines
A visit turned internal binds
Do I stay and help them?
Younger siblings, emotions dim
Can't stay, mom wants me home
Daddy will stay, don't feel so alone
Emotional chaos, I want to stay and help
I turn, hearing one final yelp
Please daddy, keep them calm
Don't raise a fist, or drop a bomb
That's why we're not together, daddy
Those kids, they need you badly
Loud, ruthless, drunken slur
Visions of family blur
Matters not what they think
As long as she gets one more drink
Leave her if you must
It's her my siblings and I cannot trust
Keep them safe at all cost
Even if it's her who ends up lost
Old habits die hard
Make her see this is her last card
She can choose to play, or leave the game
But this violence she must learn to tame
Please daddy, keep them safe
Do not let my siblings become waif
I can't stand to see them in pain
You just sit there, so inane
Save them from her drunken slur
Only support can be a cure
Make it matter what they think
Don't let this family sink.
... Just don't let her pick up one more drink.
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