Hurting Child

My Mind Often Wonders
Will I Ever See Through The Clouds And Thunder
A Child Shoots His Mother
And Then He Shouts Oh How I Loved Her

And When His Mother Dies
He Sits There With Tears In His Eyes

But Then Not Cutting Any Slack
Because All He Wants Is Another Hit Of Crack

He Blames The World For His Problems
And Now He Thinks That Crack Will Solve Them

He Finally Ends Up In Jail
And Without A Mother To Make Bail

He Truly Begins To Feel The Pressure Of Life
So He Ends It All With A Knife

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