Pages, scattered all over the floor
I’ve seen this happen before
To child that was left with a father, a son, a ministers child
Was there no reason to take this out on you?
Will you ever know, if so, tell me, why was she left with a stutter?
Listen to these words, you must go now
This is no home, leave, please,
Lying on the floor, screaming her throughout that door
Because I’ve seen this before
While we made god, tear us all apart.
Left in the cradle, once alone
Now lying in her fathers arms.
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