When all I wanted was an understanding,
All you did was repremand.
You erode away at my soul each day,
And there's no way you can understand.
Life through the eyes of a child's so grand,
Until the child grows and sees life as a wasteland.
For miles ahead and for miles behind
poisonious clouds choke out the sunshine,
In a land where no shadows can be cast,
One catches himself in reminescence of the past.
Here we remember well not to dwell
on past joys in a present hell.
For we know that if we do,
looking back is misconscrewed.
The colors are brighter in the days past,
because we think we know that colors do not last.
Color washed out once from long gone rain,
dye the ground when it's around with it's colorful stain
In the stained cracked earth there grows
A mangled flower whose bloody petals show
proudly to a mangled world
That smiles on it's little girl.