No More Marks...

Clean for a year,
No mark to show.
The old ones are fading,
Would you like to know?

Things were pretty bad,
My home wasn't here.
I've lived on the streets,
I've lived in fear.

My mom was quiet,
And my dad liked his beer.
We learned to be tough,
No shedding a tear.

To cry was weak,
A tear was a break.
To show how it hurt,
was all it would take.

Kicked on your ass,
A hit to the face.
Bruise up my body,
How much can i take.

Twelve years of abuse,
Was when i end,
I packed my bags,
A letter i send.

His name was Mark,
And seven he was.
He held with him the world,
And all of it's love.

I promised to come back,
And get him out.
To pack his bag,
And meet on route.

Waiting for hours,
Tension had built.
Then what i seen,
My world was a tilt.

Running for life,
His feet did go,
His heart was fast,
But his body to slow.

My dad was behind,
A bottle in hand.
His eyes were raging,
As mark hit the sand...

I've learned in life,
Only so much you have,
things may be hard,
But should never be that bad.

To take your life,
Of sure I've tried.
But I've learned some things,
To help me by.

It's bin a year,
My brother's at rest.
I kiss his grave,
And hope for the best.