Voices
When you relive your childhood dreams,
you never could possibly think
that every memory you see
would be a darkened scene
that you can't escape
it's like my life
I could never out run fate
at every turn I made
he found me
downed me
and tried to drowned me
and made me promise
i was fine
for years I was stuck with this line
"I'll be fine, it's okay."
but I'm done with the lie
no more pain
I will no longer be driven insane
by the stained knife
and an unpulled trigger
it's not my story
it's way bigger
it's every child that never had a choice
or to be a child and have no voice
this is my statement and let me be heard
father your dead to me, let no life be stirred
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