C.O.D.

January 30, 2014

Seasons come and seasons came.

We knew the problem and its source.

Vows are broken, mistakes are made.

Children of the divorced.

We have no title, we have no name.

individuals all on a different course,

but as a whole we are the same.

children of the divorced.

destined to lives of poverty or fame?

do their mistakes create ours?

so then who's finger is pointing blame?

We are the children of the divorced.

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