A House, Divided
A little house on a narrow street
With a perfect family and a smile to beat
Is sunshine yellow under a perfect blue sky,
With people who sing instead of cry.
But that is only half of the view,
For life does exist on the dark side of the moon.
With hearts far apart, there is always a shout,
While scared children sit in their bedrooms with Doubt.
Pots and pans banging, opinions clanging,
Hate, hurt, and brokenness, all overhanging.
After the children stop covering their ears
To hide from the pain that's been looming for years,
The parents and kids go and lie in their beds
With tears on their pillows right next to their heads.
In the morning they wake up and paste on their smiles,
And at night they return to fight over the files.
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