Final Sign

Talk about power struggle I've been in the middle of it Ever since mum and dad hit a puddle And they were like they'd had enough of it We were young to see the cracks Maybe we sat on the cracks Or we were the cracks ourselves Cause they'd argue in front of us We were part of the conversation, but not in a nice way Cause we were mummy's shield From the blows and insults dad would hurl All we remember was we then saw dad less Then mum became more withdrawn And she lost her glow soon after Cause we were overwhelmed in debt We had to change schools, First time for me and my sister to be apart I wondered why did I have to go with dad And leave my sister behind with mum It was hard already that life had changed From all those drapes and grapes To now torn clothes and down sizing That's how powerful that final sign meant The PO£T