Thought less of you in the morning
Cared less for you by each day
After all of your painful scorning
From the day you went away
For your eager eyes and clumsy hands
Had nothing but your own to be
And all the while a pretentious smile
Had over taken me
You spent your faithful time
Biding by your own
On all your satisfaction
Building in my home
For your unsteady ways
Upon which we all tip toed
Were bidden my your orders
Leaving no room to grow
You stole from your offspring
With their simple hearts weeping
Muffled little voices
Unsanctioned voices speaking
While and while you stood your ground
And took your sparks and flew away
Now here we are without your fire
And thankful you didn't stay
Your greedy mind and blackened heart
Will halt this bitter haste
For you are full of sour kindness
For which I have no taste
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