A young boy No more than five Holds his happiness within a glass jar
He has trapped a wave within the mason And when sunlight shines through He is happy Because to him, happiness exists in the suns reflection
He rests his jar on the window sill Hoping to collect the sunshine Praying it will be enough to keep the darkness away
When darkness comes It brings crying, screaming, yelling and hurt His mothers bruises feed off the darkness His fathers liquor controls in the darkness
When night falls And he rests in bed He stares at the jar
The water no long contains the suns gleam It is black and heavier than it was during the afternoon He hears a shout, a pound, a creak and a shatter He hears tears, anger, apologies and hatred
But all he feels is guilt He could not keep the darkness away Not with all the suns warmth he collected Darkness stole it
Darkness stole his happiness Darkness stole his childhood Darkness stole his mother's life.