A lonely child
Sits in his room
Knife in hand
Filled with gloom

Thoughts of friends
He thought he had
But it was a lie
But its not so bad

Thought of family
With out love
Some neighbor kids
Play catch wit a glove

He thrusts the knife
Deep inside
Its not sane
That’s why he died

A little girl
With a cute little dress
Streaming blonde curls
Sitting on her daddy’s lap

His hand is on her thigh
A little too high
He loves her too much
He doesn’t make her cry

His hand is higher
She doesn’t understand
Its not sane
He should move his hand

A woman sits
And waits a while
For her husband
And his smile

He comes home late
But not from work
He was fooling around
It really hurts

She grabs his hand
And looks in his eyes
Says shes pregnant
And he just sighs

She wont find out
For a few years
What he is doing
But she fears

She borns a girl
A lovely one
Its not sane
She’ll have no fun

A young man looks
Into the eyes
Of the one he loves
And he cries

He knew it was bad
But nothing would happen
But it did
And that was then

The love of his life
Died in his arms
Its not sane
To get drunk and harm

An old woman slips
Into darkness
She left the world
Without any stress

Her family never new
She died alone
Its not sane
To be forlorn




 
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