Baby walking on the broken glass.
Blood on his knees and the blood on his feet.
Mommy curled up in the corner hoping it wouldn’t last.  

Trapped in the bottles he tossed to the corner.
Hoping habits will break.
Replacing one love with another.

Bottles never asked question.
He picked them up and he tossed them.
Hitting the floor and breaking at the corner.

Nothing mattered anymore when he picked up the bottle.
Drowning in the sorrows because he trapped himself onto this carousel.
Handcuffed and chained as he bowed down to the bottle.

Broken father striking out his son like baseball.
Too many strikes and the little boy was gone.
Little boy broken into a broken man.

Picked up a bat and he swung and he swung.
Breaking the carousel.
Liquor in the air and he’s sick to his stomach.

Cigarette holes burned into his sides.
Tattoos covering the glass that invaded his skin.
Breaking the carousel so it won’t ever happen again.