dreams

Broken homes

Broken kids come from broken homes

The good ones haven't been in one so, they don't know what it's like

to come to an empty house that's filled with people

And, they don't know what it's like to be lonely from infancy to adulthood

Surrounded by shadows of "friends"

They don't understand the concept of fearing love, for the broken kids

end up, in everyone's beds

They don't know what it's like to dislike their own shadow and to detest being in

the presence of their own thoughts

They don't understand how drugs and alcohol aid in thinking at times when all

that looms in their minds is doom and they don't understand what im writing about

but i do hope, some day, someone who hasn't embraced being a wreck drops by and

helps these broken kids build their homes

because we've had one too many broken homes passing on from degeneration to

degeneration

The home I make will be a shelter from the ruthless world where love is not a wild

concept beyond the grasp of my unborn kids and their idea of love will never revolve

around being abused

My home will have a breathing space for thoughts, ideas and dreams where kids

grow up prepared, to face the world and overcome anything that holds them back from

doing what they have always wished to do

The home I make will be a shelter from this ruthless world

And if I do make a broken home

I will bare no kids, for broken homes make broken kids and i do not want to pass any

of my recklessness on to them

I want who comes for me to understand that kids from good homes and the broken

ones are all worthy of the same love

My doors are open to the broken kids who've wanted a better home, for broken kids

come from broken homes but they have no need to pass it on.