Friday, September 21, 2012

Home
It's the place where we live
It's a place that we love
Home is where you grow up
It's where you raise your kids
And where you smile at a new day
It's the place that happiness never goes away
Sometimes that tends to change
Home can also be hell
It can make you afraid
For the people you live with can be the monsters in your life
It can scare you to death when you walk in the door
It all depends do you wind up on the floor?
Thrown there by someone who claims to love you
Do you get hurt by those who take care of you
I started out with a loving home
Then it turned into hell
Does anyone know what it's like
To be afraid of the home you love
Do you know what it's like to never be well
In the home you grow up in?
Have you ever had fear of being hit?
Has it ever been constant
Well for me it has
Welcome to my childhood story.

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