Treasure Island

scorpio rose


I Remember I Sat... I Cryed!


I remember i sat... i cryed!
i was only about five,
i was a child.

Where were the arms to hold us safe
to hold us tight to say its ok,
time after time?

The fights they seemed to be with
us everyday, no food to eat he didnt
bring home his pay.

He'd be at the club for a few with
his dad, but when he came home he was
always mad, i hear her scream i hear
him shout, but only four small faces!
what can we do? nowt! nowt! nowt!

His fist would mark hr beautiful skin,
you could see in her eyes she was
dying within.

I remember i sat... i cryed!
i was only about five,
i was a child.

Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012
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