The House Is Going To Burn Soon

The fear is blocking our minds,
as we frown to your spitting mouth,
A weak person as I,
hates to be thrown in and out.

The child gets sick and cries,
and the mommy wants her to be happy.
It's not as easy as that,
when we're this hopeless and crappy.

We won't smile to your bribes,
as love seems to be forbidden.
Shut your mouth, please,
and dream for the warmth you were never given.

Everything's out of control, sir,
and you're making it even worse.
Now you see how annoying it is,
we seem to be blessed with a curse.

A child's body is to be filled with love,
with love that she'll never find from here.
It already made them to run away,
you should listen and learn, my dear.