Angel of mine...

Memories come alive.
And when they do a peice of me has died.
The four year old boy stands in front of me.
With saddness that isn't hard to see.
Wanting something to be.
Wanting to be free.
I know where he's coming from.
But it doesn't matter what happens it's already done.
Tears come to my eyes.
As a peice of him dies.
There isn't anything I can do or say.
To make either of us change.
I've seen what he see's.
Because that four year old boy is me.
Neither of us know it but were the same person.
We live with the same curse's.
I tell myself this is a dream, a nightmare.
But still he stands there.
Torn clothes and bruises from yesterday.
For him nothing will change.
He doesn't find it strange.
I\'d bleed for him and me.
But that isn't so clear to see.
I have to stand there and watch him get hit.
And that's when it begins.
I'm in his place.
I've got the same bruise on my face.
Tears in my eyes.
And another part of him dies.
Two drunken parents kick and he screams.
Nobody's listening or so it seems.
Everyone that can do something.
Turns their head.
And blocks out everything that he said.
Nightmare's get worse.
And with tears my eyes burn.
I open my eyes and look at the time.
And in the boy i see the angel of mine...