The first time around
It was a chance built on a stupid reason
She wanted to go
And he said no
And would not come around
So she went anyways
He left the very same days
A girl split between two
Two families, two lives, and two homes
Raised in both, and most make-do
She has no choice
A pacifist if there ever was one
Things that she cannot voice
At first it was okay
She did not understand
What happened that day
Burned into her mind but never
Fully understanding what it meant
Living her life in a routine buffer
Not comprehending enough to really suffer
Then she grew
And began to understand just a little
Instead of the comfort that understanding brings
She was filled with horror about the things
Her parents had done to each other
Not knowing how it hurt the other
But she saw it all
She saw both of them fall
A girl split between two
Two families, two lives, and two homes
Raised in both, and most make-do
She has no choice
A pacifist if there ever was one
Things that she cannot voice
And she saw her father pick up the pieces
Move on as her mother had yet to do
He found love again and made it through
He fought to keep his children and start a new life
Her mother however could not overcome her own strife
She saw the father put his life back together
And she wanted the same for herself
So she rushed a relationship that was not mean to be forever
And the girl grew more
She saw how happy her father had become
And her mother glum
The girl not fully understanding why yet
But on her mothers side already
Where there shouldn't have been any
Then the mother was pregnant
The baby's father that of the relationship
That was not meant to last forever
They kept it together
For the sake of the unborn child
Three long years after the child was born
A girl watching the calm before the storm
A girl split between two
Two families, two lives, and two homes
Raised in both, and most make-do
She has no choice
A pacifist if there ever was one
Things that she cannot voice
A girl of fourteen
And a child of three
Girl understanding just a little bit more every year
At first still on her mothers side
Because her mother leaned on her
Girl hearing only her mothers side when there was another
Then she began to see that her father had a side too
And while both were right in some way or another
Both were more wrong than right to be fighting with each other
A child of three
Happy to just be with her mother and father
Not understanding anything yet
Not knowing of the glum of her mum
And the clueless ness of her dad
Her mother shared by the girl, while the father her own
Her mother so tired of her life the way it was
Her father so clueless for him to miss it
And the calm before the storm ended at last
It all happened so fast
Suddenly the father of the child no longer as
Clueless
He left the very same day
A child now split between two
Just as the girl knew
Two children split
Two families, two lives, two homes
Raised by both and most make-do
They have no choice
One a pacifist if there ever was one
Another a child with no voice of her own
Things and feelings they cannot voice
All the girl can do now is hope
That the child has a father that will fight
For her as the girls father did
Hope that life would not be as hard
For the child as it was for herself
But knowing nothing can help any
Child through the tragedy of having:
A child now split between two
Just as the girl knew
Two children split
Two families, two lives, two homes
Raised by both and most make-do
They have no choice
One a pacifist if there ever was one
Another a child with no voice of her own
Things and feelings they cannot voice
