Sheltered like a feral dog
Hiding from a pointing finger
Failing grace from a god
Thee rotting faith on cracked foundation
Cradled like a orphan by strangers
Is it sympathy or hollow pity?
Mistrust like ashes lingers
Thy wounds eager to be filled with accommodation
Lovers promise commitment
Wind takes anything light
Cold feet struggle to be adherent
Thy precise wounded heart is my own bastion
Father's' troubled addiction
Angel wings have taken thee home
Leaving a child in self infliction
Thee wounds reminds that life is not without its friction
