Crack, crack,
The ceiling slowly chips away.
Crack, crack,
The walls fade into dust.
The wind howls,
Knocking on the old door.
Banging over and over,
On the old home.
Scatter, scatter,
The mice and rats fled.
The wind was strong,
But the man stronger.
"No, please don't",
Screams a mother of three.
Pushing the man,
Bang, bang.
Now three orphans,
Alone on the floor.
With a man who won't,
Stop banging on the door.
"Who are you?",
Asked the little girl dressed in white.
Dressed for death,
As his bride.
Now two orphans,
Petrified on the floor.
With a man who won't,
Stop banging on the door.
"We'll be good",
Whimpered the little boy dressed in black.
Dressed for heaven,
As her groom.
Now an orphan,
Innocent on the floor.
With a man who won't
Stop banging on the door.
Silent and careful,
The girl moved.
Standing next to the man,
Who scarred away the wind.
Crack, crack,
The ceiling slowly chipped away.
Crack, crack,
The walls fell to dust.
The wind cried,
Wanting to help.
The mice and rats screamed,
Frightened for their lives.
But the girl stood,
Dressed in white.
Dressed for her wedding,
With the man who won't
Stop banging on the door.
At least the man,
Who starred unknown,
Thought as she looked blank.
Her eyes like a well,
Water filled but dark.
The man leaned forward,
With his gun by his side.
Whispered quietly,
"Will you be my bride?".
The girl stood,
Dressed in white,
Looking innocent at the man,
Who begged for life.
The girl looked and looked,
Seeing a monster in her eyes.
The girl looked and looked,
And the monster saw her reply.
Crack, crack,
The ceiling chipped away.
Crack, crack,
The walls turned to dust.
The wind howled,
Knocking on the old door.
The mice and rats scattered,
Scarred for their lives.
And their lay,
On the old wooden floor,
A woman of three no more,
A child married to death,
A child married to heaven.
And a girl,
Dressed in white,
Crying for her family,
And for the man who won't,
Stop banging in her mind.
