A Hit from the Right

Each and every day, gloomy or nice In a room with four white walls A new life is born into the light To a mother the most beautiful and innocent In hopes that the time is right Knowing the coming future Looking left and right we see the innocent Some are mean and some are nice Not knowing the extras behind the bedroom walls When the night sky is lit with the moon light Thinking about the dream come future Before the hit from the right Each night the fall against the wall Brings me tomorrows light Knowing this isn’t my wanted future When really I know I’m only right Toughening up to be the innocent In front of all the nice The trouble of hiding from the light A long sleeve shirt is just not right Either guilty or innocent You predict the future Afraid of talking to the nice In chances of sharing memories about the walls Every night always starts with the right With a clear mind of my future How some people are born with the nice And some with a home they call a wall As I look up at the light I ask myself is there any innocent I know I will not do this in the future That my children’s lives will be innocent Never will they receive my right That smashes them into the wall Day or night they will always live in the light