Children On the Battlefied
We had a good start
I gave you a heart
But daddy takes good hearts
And rips them apart
He sent us into a storm
It was aptly named Mourn
We looked so forlorn
How could we together form
Mommy slipped into a darker place
She never laughed and never ate
There was nothing good to put on her plate
No crumbs even to appreciate
And you had no laughter and play
After daddy took it all away
You kept waiting for a brighter day
With you wide eyes on display
That was the time I had to say
We have nothing left but to pray
Still waiting for that brighter day
One day he'll pay, oh yes he'll pay
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