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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Think not about the time we have left but about the time we Have wasted.
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