Cadges Or Chains

it was a clear night but a storm brud something had started it was an ending life breathing new a choose it was to late for one the poison had made it way to the heart one had a taste one had just started to see it was a night of tragedy and of tragedy end for three children lost there father but four live could taste freedom she couldn't take one more strike one more punch or slap or angry hateful word pecking held no more satisfaction in the late hours of the night she left without a word the oldest two where sent to go find her finding her hiding behind a tree driving up beside them he pulled up beside them stopped the car and opened the door and said "if your going to take them you'd mid as well take him to" but i still remember running away alone