Broken Childhood

Hand-me-down shoes holes in the soles

Mama can’t pay rent wind through the walls

Empty fridge grumbling ghost of a feast

World keeps turning never feeling relief

Streetlights flicker shadows dance alone

Cold nights warmth found in a broken home

Trashcan fires dreams turn to ash

Life ain't gentle with a heart made of glass

Why's the world so heavy on the weak and small

Climbing broken ladders always about to fall

Screaming at the sky with no one to hear

Living out a nightmare more real every year

Pockets empty hunger in my soul

Chasing paper dreams just to lose control

Sweat and blood stains on hands of a kid

Tired feet dragging through the life I never lived

Seated in darkness plans with no ends

Hope’s a tattered fabric can't make amends

Reality’s a cage bars cold as steel

Freedom’s just a word dreaming something real

Why's the world so heavy on the weak and small

Climbing broken ladders always about to fall

Screaming at the sky with no one to hear

Living out a nightmare more real every year