He screams and cries
He kicks and shouts
He tosses and jeers
For a father that never was
For a parent that is not there
For a warm hand to hold
Someone to kiss his forehead
Someone to tend to his wounds
Someone to calm his fears
Shelter from evil of all kinds
Shelter from the wars
Shelter from the cold
Hiding from the shadows
Hiding from the monsters
Hiding from me
Shutting the heavy door
Shutting his tired eyes
Shutting away the world
An attempt to get away
An attempt to be alone
An attempt to be free
This makes him feel sick
This makes him sob harder
This makes his head swirl
We yell at eachother
We yell throughout the night
We yell things we do not mean
Nights are spent in silence
Nights end in disorder
Nights are our battleground
Oh, the war wages on
Oh, the war breaks us down
Oh, the wars we have seen
Peace will save us
Peace will save them
Peace cannot be found
Secrets are kept locked away
Secrets rip us apart
Secrets, blown through the wind
Cries grow louder
Cries that belong to him
Cries that never stop
To each end we fight
To skyscrapers of New York
To Big Ben in London
From his head to mine
From the once peaceful boy
From the throne I sit atop
I still love him
I still want to be there
I still refuse to let go
Fights break loose
Fights cut us open
Fights cloud our sight
My heart wants to forgive
My heart is overbearing
My heart, I refuse to show
Hold your head high, my boy
Hold your gun and shoot
Hold out for one more night














Comments
lol
btw this is awesome xD
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How do you drown a blonde? Put a mirror at the bottom of the pool ~ Jacob Black.
Wow, you liked it so much that you faved?
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
yes ^^
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How do you drown a blonde? Put a mirror at the bottom of the pool ~ Jacob Black.
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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Icon by ~W0lfxer0.
Wow, I have self esteem, who knew?
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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Icon by ~W0lfxer0.
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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Icon by ~W0lfxer0.
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