“If you break I'll rest you in a cradle.
I'll be your guardian angel,
in the wars you battle
inside your bursting bubble”
Her father never gave her hugs,
only the look of disgust.
Like that one time at the dinner table, if I recall
Her four year old form was crying a waterfall
“You better shut up, your make me lose my appetite
with your constantly disgusting site”
He said pounding his fist, picking his plate,
walking away to the T.V in pure hate.
“If you break I'll rest you in a cradle.
I'll be your guardian angel,
in the wars you battle
inside your bursting bubble”
Later that night trying to sleep under the stars
she was constrained in her room like they were bars
of a cage, but she hides under the bed
as her parents fought like a broken duet
whispering to herself “it's only a nightmare, it'll all be over”
trying to find hope like a four leaf clover.
She hears mommy, “SHE'S YOUR CHILD TOO!”
And daddy goes, “SHUT UP, I DON'T NEED TO HEAR THIS THRU!”
“If you break I'll rest you in a cradle.
I'll be your guardian angel,
in the wars you battle
inside your bursting bubble”
“I love you mommy, I can't see you sad,
especially because of dad.”
She hears her mom tearing up in the next room
Dad's bailed in the middle of the night to blow his fume
Lost and confused she goes into bed, dropping.
Falling asleep to the sound of her mom sobbing.
Slipping away into darkness, a door to imagination
where some twisted story makes formulation
“And if you break I'll rest you in a cradle.
I'll be your guardian angel,
in the wars you battle
inside your bursting bubble”
