We all took flight
By Hanger
Child hood memories Nights of fear Mothers screaming Ring still in my ear Bruised black and blue From head to toe No where to run Wish he would go Shouting yelling Smashing glass Now she’s crying Time will not pass Now my turn To feel the heat Leather strap On my backside beats Must be tough Big strong man Inflicting pain Because he can Sad and lonely Now his plight Stupid old man We all took flight Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 02:33 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Child hood memories ..."