Through the window
Im looking in, to this broken place 
Through the steamed up Window 
On her face
I look in her eyes 
I see right through 
She says " Nothings Wrong"
But I know the truth
I see a broken home 
With broken Glass
From the broken beer bottle 
Her father smashed
Shes a broken teen 
With a messed up life
She has went through 
So many broken nights....

She comes home late 
Trying to avoid the shit 
But when she does 
She gets hit
These broken nights 
Will they ever end
She asks herself
again and again 
I stand by her 
I hold her tight
I hold her through this broken night 
I hate to leave her 
When she goes home 
Because shes so abused and so alone....

By: Steven Cooke

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