Drunken Mister

by Unknown   May 22, 2006


Waves of thunder
Bright as day
Passing through my body's decay
The lightening storms as it seems to crave
Each dying moment upon my grave
I lie in dirt and mud on top
Family mourning will never stop
They drop off flowers once a day
On top of the grave in which I lay
14 years I lived a life
14 years of sacrifice
At least my mom is still there
For my family who needs her care
I will never forgive that drunken mister
For lying beside me is my baby sister

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