The boys parents were always working.
They forgot a lot of things...

Sitting there in that sand,
It is so grand...

My reflection.
When I look into that water...

Your breath stops,
There are no cops...

Looking out the window.
I look out the window watching the rainfall down...

You think of all the kids laughter.
They are not laughing anymore...

I sit there in my corner,
Because I am not a fighter...

Daddy why?
Why do cause all this pain...

Why do you cut?
Why do you give me pain...

Dressed in black,
Possibly smoking crack...

You can see the tears in her eyes,
You know she often cries...

What does it do for you?
Do you even have a clue...