Broken

As a kid I always believed When my Mama and Papa says "That's bad and that's good" Don't do that and do this" Because I know, they know best One time I saw them talking, I can't hear them,they talk almost a whisper Then I saw Mama kneeling,begging Like a beggar with misty tears But Papa push her and walk to the door With a bag on the right hand And a doll on its left He come towards me with a smile on his lips While saying this,as if nothing happened "Hello sweetheart, Papa will go And surely will miss you" So, take this while I'm gone They forget the day pass I already grow,the innocent gone..so I know