I've met men who would rather climb mountains then raise families they spill lies like fountains time and time again This is insanity
I've met mothers Who would trade their children For another high Painted as they are, villains But they still ask “why?” As they dump it on their brothers
I’ve met parents who don't let their kids cry And they grow up mad at themselves At society But deep down, they're sad packing problems away on shelves And it grows, anxiety They try to down in Barents
For those who don't know, Barents is a sea! Feedback is very much appreciated.