Quite, Peace, no not a sound
Shattered glass upon the ground
Black and White is all I see
Nothing colored here for me
Good or Bad, no in between
Blood runs black upon the scene
Shattered pictures on the floor
Broken bottles around the door
Knifes are sticking in the wall
Guns on floors lay down the hall
Black and White, no in between
No Good just Bad is all I've seen
Sisters crying in their beds
Dreams of guns put to their heads
Shouting, Screaming fills the night
Blood runs black the only sight
Smothered sobs in pillows lay
Praying for the light of day
And with each night it comes again
The screams, the fights that never end
We cannot fight or runaway
We have no choice, so here we stay
I pray for death, both theirs and mine
Never believing life will be fine
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