A baby's cry
A single sound...

I was a puzzle
Pieces scattered wide...

A cry for help
Is like a quiet whisper in the night...

Pixel skies and neon dreams
I drop in hot where the danger screams...

The boxed up room, a prison in my chest
No windows to the east, no sunsets to the west...

A smile on your face
Do not think you are a big disgrace...

All I ever wanted
Was to see you smile...

Born into the hands
Of an angry father...

The pain that upon my heart was wrought
Was something that was not sought...

Acorns laying scattered around
Conkers a deep rustic brown...

Bad boys, bad boys
What are you going to do...

I have style
I have flair...