A glass breaks They're mad again Dad stayed out last night with his best friend
She's crying Heart broken on the floor Her boyfriends fist crashed through the wall her face, and then the door
He's drinking Tipping the bottle back to erase the pain She broke his heart again he feels insane
He's barely alive She's threatening to let go Her beating heart Is all that he knows
She's a single mother Her children are her life She seen their father Out with his new wife
They can't get away From the war in their hearts The guns the bombs... Are tearing them apart
Just a small poem on love, and that's not to say that it's all bad. I think there are ups and downs in everything we do, and each is just as important. We can't let the bad things break us, but use the lessons in them to make us stronger.