When they start to scream, my body starts to freeze.
I go back to when I was fourteen, afraid to step in.
Tuning the music up to tune the yelling out,
Hoping it ends better than the last one.
In the present moment,
I beg for this to change.
I use my voice to stop this home from turning into a regular house.
They keep hoping one night; their love will grow.
Knowing the true love left right before this all started.