Broken Harts

Broken Harts

Nineteen year old mother,

Father and mother don’t love each other?

Father not around,

Mother crying on the ground.

Want him to die so bad,

But mother would be more sad.

December seventh god took his angel,

My aunt’s life was mangled.

Her cries hitting like waves against the rocks

Damn death that sneaky fox

My Grandfather died,

That day the world cried.

We fell on hard times,

Took a toll on the grownups minds.

Innocence have been destroyed,

People laughing at the little boy.

Mother and daughter fighting,

Their anger strikes as if it was lightning

Mom’s dying slowly,

Church say cause we not holy.

Little sister with a sist in her head,

Listening to the lies childhood wasn’t the best,

Now it’s time to put it to rest.