The Fighting Game
“It’s all your fault!” they both exclaim
They’re at it once again.
My mom and dad are fighting mad
Just like they’ve always been.
See, he blames her and she blames him.
They’re both convinced they’re right.
They’re fighting from when I wake up
Until I sleep at night.
No, I don’t care whose wrong or right.
I only wish they’d cease
So we could have but just one night
Of ever loving peace.
Oh, can’t they see they’re hurting me?
When will they realize?
I wish that they could see themselves
By looking through my eyes.
No, I don’t care who’s right or wrong.
I don’t care who’s to blame.
I only wish my mom and dad
Would end this fighting game.
Oh Lord, I pray they’ll stop one day
And we can fin’lly be
A closely-knit and intertwined
And loving family.
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