No way around

I had no headphone around my ears 

To separate the flow of shattering dreams

That spilled from the little boy mirror

As his mother walked through his tears 

Forgetting to pack his lunchbox

Losing ground, his memory snapped 

She’s no longer coming back

Mommy has a new boyfriend

 

Left a boney child that had no money in a money hungry world 

He was left beat up by the perfection that labeled him as “low class trash”

Worthless tears milked this little boy face from the fact that he didn’t asked 

To be brought up by a druggy for a mother and a run away pedophile for a father 

Left to pray for a life that wasn’t shape or shipped out as s**t

Did Jesus see the malfunction in his creation and decided to take a vacation?

Success looked to be pretty slim for him when his shelter became his best friend

A homeless child became a whisper in the New York winds   

Suicide looked to be the closes thing to happiness, who would miss him anyways?

He was yet to define life worth when life kept on judging the best part of him 

Filth walked with a limp at his bedside reminding him of the price he has to pay  

 

I had no voice around my open microphone  

To separate him from “I’m no better from the rest” title 

That fogged across the little boy mirror

As his mother walked through his tears 

Forgetting to mute his sighs  

Losing ground, the chair crumbled, his neck snapped 

She's no longer stepping on his grave 

Mommy has a new maiden name

 

Are you left to wander into his shelter? 

Begging for the safety of his tears to be place in God golden waters

Human's shouldn’t be called human for they spit judgments on Gods love 

Life of a homeless boy killings him self and the 4 clock news eats it up

A druggy for a mother and a run away pedophile for a father

 

I had no strength left after he pledge to suffocate himself 

I wish I could form a blanket to heal his shattering faith but it’s too late

My anger spilled from the little boy in mirror

As he kicked lose his mother tears

Forgave Jesus of his sins

Losing ground, the chair tumble, and his neck snapped 

She’s no longer flowering his birth   

Mommy has a new bundle of joy