Living on the road of empty hearts and broken homes.
Got married with a curtain ring.
Ten years ago last Wednesday.
The bride wore royal blue, fashionable thing to do.
She crawled along in heels so high.
Snotty nose sniffing the sky.
Child one came along, I think she said his name was John.
Hated school had no friends.
Hated everyone.
Not her only son.
There after came a daughter,
A pretty gal they named Sapphire.
A gem of a name for a shabby chick.
Soon weighed down with a band of cold.
Got married to a Mormon, who thought he was a merman.
Believed together the two of them had some kind of future.
Played at architecture building castles in the sky.
And playing on the for sure (foreshore) beside the sea of obsolete dreams.
Delivered to the two of them a childish whim.
A child who grew and developed an addiction to sin.
He loved tea and coffee,wine, women and song.
From the broken home he was gone.
The sky castles evaporated,
Family dreams disintegrated.
Dissolution of dreams.
Welcome to austerity.
(c) Livvi