Unsealed

A tale of hope and heartache...

Down the streets, dusty sand

A long view to nothing

From the porch

Where she stands.

 

Her daddy’s in a wheel chair

And her momma sleeps alone

By her bedside bottles

Topple over from his rage

 

“Where did you get these?

Don’t you know that it’s a sin?

Don’t you love me anymore?

Is all we are what’s been?”

 

Daddy’s got a way with words

She says, “He’ll be ok.”

They say he hasn’t been the same

Since a stray piece of shrapnel

Took the use of his legs.

 

Chorus

When you come unsealed

When you become unspoken

When life breaks the promises

You invested all your hope in

 

When you come unsealed

When you become unseen

When you look passed the vision

Of the things that are fleeting

 

 

A note passed on a napkin

“Hey, baby doll,” it read

“I hope to see you later.

I hope to see you again.”

 

She blushed and ran inside

He would come by just to see her.

But he never came at all

As she waited by her window.

 

Daddy’s gone, it’s all done

Momma met a man, he hits her

Daddy always said,

“She’d grow to be bitter.”

 

And she’ll stand beside the mask,

Cry in the rain as the clouds pass,

As lightning ignites the night sky,

And wonder why all things must end.