Broken hearts run wild
In a place with fear and hate
and belittle me, belittle you
Let us run over each other
until our children are blind
and drink and party and moan
because this life is just too much
this is a place for heartache and groan…

Oh, wake up fools and see
the treasures in your sight
the beautiful, precious gems
that God gave you for delight
for laughter and for joy
To love and to cherish
definitely not to fight with…
For you have them but eighteen years
and then you might never see them again
Because they might take route or flight
and be completely out of sight

So open your eyes and see
the child that is weeping,
put your arms around her
and tell her that you love her,
get over yourself
and get your own life sorted
so that you can be a mom and dad
and not a person who terrifies
and brings the dim to all the light

Next year is your last
and then she is gone…
Regret comes to late
but I will always keep on loving her
and I will keep on encouraging her
and make her strong
to face any battle
even face the battle of how to love
when no love is deserved
by mindless monsters
who like to dwell in the dirt