Sunday morning, open the shades, wanted to hear the birds sing.
Just a moment of peace.
That was my first mistake, when you wake, I can see it in your face;
Here comes the screaming, here comes the words that cut deep, here comes the anger the put downs and the animosity.
I stay quiet.
Wish me dead, wish me sickness – call me a loser and toss on me breakfast.
I search in your eyes for the soul, for the light;
Why; I ask.
Such extreme emotions, you rage like an ocean of calm and storm.
My soul is getting worn away.
I go deep inside and pray.
Release your soul of pain, I ask you feel the rain,
I ask you find your way out of this horror you create.
I hope it ends one day.