Petals In The Grass
Sins Of The Parents
Shackled and bound
In these chains from childhood
Broken and battered
Is this how you feel?
Bruises stain my upbringing
Love was ignored
Have seen the eyes of evil
In people of my own
Bloody was the whip
From welts upon my back
Scared to go to sleep
Scared to stay awake
Scared to be
Nightmares bring me back there
Flashbacks are not kind
Learned not to cry
Learned to adapt
Is this how people care?
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Sins Of The Parents
Sins Of The Parents
