...little angel with satin spun wings so tiny and bruised
believing that life is about being unloved and abused
from the hands of a destroyer you have been harmed
yet you have been injured because you weren't armed.

...don't think for a moment that others don't know
the wrath of fury hell that was striking each blow
for you are the innocent that has done no wrong
to be free from hateful oppression is where you belong.

...little angel whose pretty face once had a soft smile
hiding under a black veil of secrets for quite awhile
yet your heart is pure and love is what you give
and this is not the way destiny has sealed you to live.

...don't let the blackness deceive you, there is a light
the tunnel of hope will pave your way to the right
fear of being alone is never a good reason to stay
and the best thing you can do is just run away.

...little angel, you are a rose undeserving of this ugly thorn
there are many just like you pricked with this scorn
time is the healer that will nurse you back to well
and deliver you from the heartbreak of this personal hell.

...don't think there is no exodus from this wickedness curse
though you feel betrayed by the battering from the perverse
there is a land to escape to flowing honey and milk
far away from the wretched to the softness of silk.

...little angel, your every cry is recorded in a special book
also the number of tears shed from the bashings you took
though imagination dreams of how sweet the revenge
run and never look back for the gods hear and will avenge.

...little angel so bruised fly to a sanctuary to mend
to the arms of soft cradle to be rocked by a friend............

i used to await every moment
for you to come home
to the arms that adored you
and held you so tightly.....

the anticipation of your arrival
was my reason for breathing
the soul of my existence
the essense of my everything.....

as i listened for your sounds
my heart would palpitate
just knowing you were mine
and the safety of our love.....

now my world has been shaken
and i dread the thought
of your homecoming
for i no longer feel secure.....

for all the moments of joy
have turned into decades
of deadly cold silence
between two hearts of stone.....

your broken promises and lies
have planted a bitter root
that has grown into a hatred
i can no longer deny.....

now i fear your arrival
that invades my peacefulness
and molests my serenity
leaving me to suffer in torment.....

Homecoming for me has a dark deadly tone,
two hearts that once loved, have turned into stone......

if time is of the essence
then I've wasted many days
living life within the presence
within walls of purple haze.

when i cut through all the fog
i begin to see for true
my reality that i'm a dog
how nothings really new.

the beatings that have wounded me
have made me just repress
to someone that i cannot be
repentence i must confess.

pretending no longer seems the way
i'm wounded from the pain
the child in me just wants to play
so i'm breaking from the chain.

for all the lies that i believed
hold me back from what they can
and now my mind has preconceived
what was always in the plan.

so i will walk the lonely path
the remainder of my days
and enter the autumn of lifes wrath
looking for brand new ways.

if there's a lesson i have learned
then i will feel no shame
from entrapment i have freely spurned
in the quest to hold me tame.

and so when all is said and done
i will walk upon the stars
the battle i have fought and won
left me with mindful scars.

in a house divided nothing will be left
to stand the test of four strong winds
blowing deep within the breast.

in a house divided turmoil will be trapped
and never see the love of life
that romance once neatly wrapped.

in a house divided the sorrow and the gloom
encompassed by the blood of tears
shed rain from room to room.

in a house divided rules the test of evil power
as the weapons from the warfare
bring bombardment every hour.

in a house divided drips the crimson red of hate
from a battle of unholy wars
that were never meant as fate.

in a house divided lurks the breath of dismal grey
that ushers in sounds of melancholy songs
as violins of sorrow notes would play.

in a house divided there is nothing that is blessed
for all the hopes have been devoured
and replaced by unpeaceful rest.

in the house divided where emptiness arrived
and feeds upon the lack of light
til suffering madness only survived.

A house divided against itself shall not stand.......
Matthew 12:25

i've died a thousand deaths
day after day inside
thinking of what might have been
if both of us had tried.

and everytime i hear your name
my heart begins to jump
my own emotions haunting me
a tree chopped to a stump.

the tree that may have flourished green
turned grey before my eyes
but the heart inside me cries for you
still bleeding from the lies.

you may have been the sunshine
but it turned into my gloom
even though we both loved rainfalls
it would have been our doom.

and though in my own special way
you own a place in my heart
i can't look back and let it be
the sorrow will tear me apart.

your memory lives in my soul
i know it always will
but destruction that we may have done
couldn't justify the thrill.

so you and i just have to part
from tomorrow and today
the pain inside just tortures me
so i just walked away............