O’ Brother,
How important you are,
Don’t listen to mother,
With your joyful smile, as bright as a star,
Your room is dying, the colour changing to black,
I can tell you are not satisfied with the things of this world no more,
But you are Hercules, and these trials are your labours,
Let them make you stronger, and your power shall not lack
Being sorrowful is not your job, not even a chore,
**** those horrible thoughts with your wise sabres.

My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
His hand is strong but my face will survive
That pain is one of a kind
My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
My mother has given up on him
My brother has but a look of grim
My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay
I rest my soul, with tears in my eye
Sometimes I wonder if it’s better to die

My thoughts are twisted like a vine
Which cover me in fear and pain
I come home in a wild rage
And beat my lover once again

Waves of relief go up my spine
Yet crash at the guilt
My thoughts are twisted like a vine
Which lay on the foundations I built

After the screams quiet down
And the storm begins clearing
We feel the emotions built by frowns
And we are both left fearing

I zip on my smile,
And leave my house covered in fear,
into to the treachery, whom I call Kyle,
It begins joyful,
yet soon falls to doom,
He bursts into flames,
And there I lay in my tomb
After the drama wraps itself up,
I rise from death and smile falls loose
I leave the hell where my screams have been silenced,
And hope that no one else will have to suffer this violence.

Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now I see,

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The  hour I first believed !
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
Tis  grace  that brought me safe thus far ,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield   and portion be,
As  long as life endures.

When we 've  been  there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing  God's praise,
Than  when  we  first begun.

Woof, bark
His name is Clark
He has dark hair
And runs like a bear