Where Teardrops Fall
The Belt Wearer...strode into the room
The heartbeat of Young Hearts...foresaw doom
A crack of the whip...and backs stripped bare
The smell of burnt leather...hung in the air
Bedtime now...after a late night smack
Pain called out for help...but no one called back
The more storms would rage...the more rain would fall
Call it a typical day...down Teardrop Hall
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