tragedy is the word that comes to me every time i pass your home how did it all come to this that you no longer are around
a family torn apart by the injustice we call life not that it's unaware it just doesn't care what you think of wrong or right
to take a young loving mother with so much potential left out for a date with cancer in the dining out of death
the marriage bond was broken when along came death do us part no words need be spoken with the hardening of the heart
then along came the bottle taking place of the marriage bed she could never leave your heart nor could she leave you head
whoever could have imagined that it would come to this that all would fade to black so fast but what about the kids
they watched their mother like no other try and smile away the pain as their father seemed to lose control to the bottle everyday
this isn't what they planed for so they didn't plan ahead do you think you'll live forever if you never think of death
so now we turn to the children since mom and dad have left the scene all they can do now daily is live their parents nightmarish dream
This is actually a true story (one of the few i've written) these were teenage friends of mine that married and isolated themselves in themselves. Not staying in touch with anyone, had a couple kids...only one I knew about. Then one day out of the blue I heard she died from cancer (No one knew) and a year later he's dead from the bottle and a broken heart. The really sad thing? They lived in the neighborhood next to me. I pass by their house daily....and wonder.