Here’s a hand here’s a slap
here’s life without a map
parents too busy discuss
never mind get to know their children and trust in them
stem the flow.
I was raised by cartoon heroes
and superhero shows
and the games I played
sonic on the mega drive I never strayed
from their ideals
but my happiness was stolen
by those who created my tears
I missed out on my parents knowing what I could have been if they had of listened through the years.
Blood shot eyes
Awake in flashback nightmares
Screaming in silence
Lost in guilt ridden violence
Everyday is a brutal regime
There’s no distinguishing no changing
What I have done
Screaming victims is the war won?
A burning temper
A cold December
I try not to drink.
Realities torment I try not to think
Every time their faces come back to me
I stammer when I talk, I just can’t be
Screaming victim is the war won?
My family tries to support
My ravaged soul
I see the flames
They are burning out if control
In the distance a ray of light
Paralyzed by anxiety
I look to my family
Is the war won?
I am getting beaten
But I won’t back down
I forgive myself
I won’t back away
If there is a god
They’d forgive me I pray
I have let my war fade away…
In the dark of evening
This is where I live, my tomb
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
I am sitting here, there is no leaving.
Stuck in the corner of this room
In the dark of evening.
Although in Nature’s glorious weaving
I have no shape, colour or bloom.
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
I am left with a heart full of caring
Trapped here in the gloom
ln the dark of evening.
My children and I are the only ones refusing
To accept my untimely doom
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
My children still are yet receiving
Love from me, beyond the tomb.
In the dark of evening
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!