He sits out on the porch
with tears running down his face...

Born into this world of anger and hate
asking for love, but knowing it's to late...

It was a cold winter morning
snow had covered the ground...

I write a lot of things on abuse
hoping some of it will get to you...

In the twisted years of my life
days slowly turn into night...

I can barely remember but when I was a kid
once took a walk with my grandfather in the snow...

Walking through the woods on a beautiful winter...
watching the critters as they all start to play...

Quiet walk through the woods as I came upon a...
flowing ever so peacefully picture perfect view it...

Angry parents, loving child
beating rage, bleeds a while...

Awake in the morning
in a state of fright...

You see me sitting there
tear drops in my eyes...

In my life I have met a lot of people
there are some that was nice to me...