Through A Child's Eyes lyrics

Born in a world of pain

Where an innocent soul

Has no choice but to be

Called from an oblivion

Daily echos of frustration

By an unprepared curator

Realizing the reality

That parenthood is

Suddenly the truth speaks

For years of obligation

Stand upon their shoulders

And they manifest barriers

Growing up in a home

Where shouting and yelling

Mingle with confrontation

Sometimes shared equally

On edge, always knowing

Wondering what will kindle

The fiery blasts of abuse

No rhyme, no reason

Pins and needles,

In each breath

In a nightmare

Where just being is sin

Never sure, never certain

Always leery of every word

Knowing any one could be

The one that invites confict

At war, everyday, always

Day and night, dread rules

Even dreams are not free

A flick of the switch interupts

The security of sleep

Is forsaken here in hell

This demon inhumane

Deriding compassion

Consumed by self gratification

Those who would steal from

Their time, needs, or fame

Are condemned to suffer so

All that they lost,

All that they could be

Rationalizing in their minds

Doling out retribution invariably

To be belittled by words

Their insufficiencies shared

To be beaten and bruised

Marked by their hatred

To escape is but a dream

Without an answer clear

Fearing the unknown

Fearing something worse

To live on a knife's edge

Dread and fearalways near

They are expected ever

In this troublesome world

Friends cannot come over

Their parents forbade them

When they spoke of truth

Truth that witnessed it

The day never came

A day of deliverance

No justice in this world

No relief for the wicked

Such a deliverance

To loose the bonds

To fly free from their grasp

Fading before them

Still trying to control

Still guilt manipulating

Like drowning men

Grasping anything to live

Even afar yet voicing

Attempting to maintain

Destroying possessions

Now in their way

The distance grows more

Never to close again

The chains that fell away

Flung away, forever

They live denying

They breathe lying

To themselves, to others

To paint a rosey print

Those that do not know

Cannot, will not see

But whispers fly afar

In the absence of progeny