Struggles lie beneath The Light
Carry the struggles of both, my parents Clinton and Mary.
Life of choosing sides can be kind of scary. One says yes, the other says no, got to stick to the stasis Quo.
Ask a question, to avoid you they respond, “I don’t know”. Feeling alone, parents yelling at the top of their lungs, a very high tone. Praying all night, faith keeps me believing everything will be alright.
I awake, expecting bacon and eggs instead I find a bowl of frosted flake big mistake.
Mom was always in a rush,
she never had time to beautify herself, so she would do it in her car carrying lipstick, foundation and blush.
Dad the silent, peace maker not very violent. In the morning I would always put his tie on for him,
But ever since the argument he would just put on clip on ties you know the ones you place on the shirts rise.
I miss the past, if only the good days could’ve last, the days where I would sit on my dads lap while my mom kissed me on the top of my head, this relationship is now dead.
Signing divorce paper, my heart roasting with
smoke and vapor.
What happened is this truly the end?
Was it the economic crises as the down payment for our house rises? Boss threatening my moms job, when coming home she would explode like ticking bombs.
Quick I came to realize I couldn’t make the change within their relationship, with lots of hesitation, I brought them to church,
The perfect destination.
I wanted them to realize they were God’s creation and God wants us to be in peace with each other, and love one other ,for they carry love like no other.
I got back my Father and Mother.
Carry the struggles of both, my parents Clinton and Mary.
Life of choosing sides can be kind of scary. One says yes, the other says no, got to stick to the stasis Quo.
Ask a question, to avoid you they respond, “I don’t know”. Feeling alone, parents yelling at the top of their lungs, a very high tone. Praying all night, faith keeps me believing everything will be alright.
I awake, expecting bacon and eggs instead I find a bowl of frosted flake big mistake.
Mom was always in a rush,
she never had time to beautify herself, so she would do it in her car carrying lipstick, foundation and blush.
Dad the silent, peace maker not very violent. In the morning I would always put his tie on for him,
But ever since the argument he would just put on clip on ties you know the ones you place on the shirts rise.
I miss the past, if only the good days could’ve last, the days where I would sit on my dads lap while my mom kissed me on the top of my head, this relationship is now dead.
Signing divorce paper, my heart roasting with
smoke and vapor.
What happened is this truly the end?
Was it the economic crises as the down payment for our house rises? Boss threatening my moms job, when coming home she would explode like ticking bombs.
Quick I came to realize I couldn’t make the change within their relationship, with lots of hesitation, I brought them to church,
The perfect destination.
I wanted them to realize they were God’s creation and God wants us to be in peace with each other, and love one other ,for they carry love like no other.
I got back my Father and Mother.
