Reflect, Stressed To Reflect

Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed When one life's turns it's oblique corner, when life can so deceive It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would I be you or me To be awoken one cold dark morning, when shades of oranges and reds abound When all that you can hear, are the terrors in your sound Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a family counting cries Whilst a screaming father shouts, will they find his sons alive ~*~ Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed When you've turned that oblique corner, we thank that we're relieved It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would you be you or me The excitement of going places together, brothers as they should normally do Come back, your running too fast, I'll never be as fast as you Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a father again counting his cries Internally he screams once more, will he find his sons alive ~*~ Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed When I have turned so many corners, when I view my family sieved It's when you've looked through this childs eyes, what would you honestly see If you could live through continuous hurt, in death, also I would be oh so free To be alive and escape ones past, as I sat in the Abertarff Bar one day Way back in 1982, I nearly allowed my being to stray If I had decided to turn that corner, this you wouldn't be reading now Bright lights and sirens would craze, and wonder why and how