Lena's Life

So you want to see the cloud on my page
So you want to see my sorrow and rage
Born 3 of 4 and the only one named
By a father who left my soul in rain
Abandon did he, my whole dark world
Innocence stolen when I was a girl
Long lost child, tossed to the wind
Fed to the wild, her faith begins
The cool age of 6, sucked that dick hard
Never to fix those eternal scars
It is never pleasant, it is never kind
It is forever present, stuck in the mind
Born in the beginning, of the slaughter of man
No one is winning, no one can
Born in the year of sixty-five
Keep your head low, just try to survive
My children have turned two out of three
Like full grown pit bulls deliberately
Mothers' tears how silent they fall
Naked and bear, she learns how to crawl
Weeping am I for generations of men
Weeping am I for all that has been
Mother sweet mother, just what have you seen
For God has ordained pain its' own queen
Praying to fate, that it will all end
You'll see my cloud upon you descend
I'm the survivor on which you now gaze
I'm the survivor, the cloud on this page
Through words I've acquired, shield and song
Through words I've desired, right over wrong
Now you stand, eyes blind as can be
asking, no thinking, you can judge me
Tell me the verdict of what you conclude
Tell me, please tell me, did you think all things through
Will it make a difference to who you are
Will it make a difference, or just add a scar
Tell me what your outcome will be
Tell me, please tell me,.....
Is it your turn to see

Lena L.