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I steal a look between the blinds, i unwind she sleeps in comfort in my arms she is plain, but she is mine our child is silent but awake i run my hand through his hair i teach him manners and how to stick up for himself when things get bad i tell him "son, never throw the first punch and if you must fight, make it clean" shiola, will all be forgiven? shiola, am i strong enough to start again alone? the taste of home is filling up my mouth is it wrong to love a family of ghosts? her door is open, the windows are all up she says "come inside" i live alone, more or less i summon wife, child, and happiness build them up from the dirt and clay i have to believe that all will be forgiven my heart is overflowing the love and anger coiled into one they take and take, but never get their fill i try and try, but fail against my will i wait and wait for that hand to sweep me up and take me down the road home. From Letras Mania