Rhonda Middleton


Judgement Day

The cloud still lingers, no word from the broken
We're still waiting, to see if the judge has spoken
The knots I carry, are twisted and swollen
Thinking of dreams for her, of days not stolen

Hold on little man, stuck in the middle too
Your mother is beside herself, and doesn't know what to do
She's hiding, crying, and wondering how to protect you
From the hands of the monster, who is intentionally cruel

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