Each day that passes
Almost every night
As the moon appears
The first of many tears
In remeberence of all the hurt
From many to helpless souls
The salty wetness slide across my cheak
The hallow screams in a dead home leak out
A semi broken home
And a fully broken heart
how can loved ones
treat others in such a way
they must know the effect
it puts upon the soul
For even I know