Wasted Innocent
Cold
In the eyes of the innocent
Mom in the corner trying to breathe
Ribs cracked
Lots of screams
Save me from this awe full dream
Leaky sealing’s
Broken Tiles
Shattered glass
A run down mess
Broken home
And empty homes
Facing evil
Getting older
Where does their life go
When they waste it alone
Going on the street
Getting colder
Copyright © Garreth Turner | Year Posted 2009
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