Who do we blame?

They wonder why the kids are slipping away

When a part in their life no one wanted to play

Not seeing that it's their own mistake

Because time they just couldn't seem to make

Before the childs eyes came someone that would

Thought nothing was wrong it all felt so good

Now telling the story for some reason they must

Taking advantage of by someone we trust

Some shake their heads because they just don't know

The child found Love that no one else wanted to show

Finding love, comfort, and a little support

The things at home that may have been short

So who do we really need to blame

The child or the adult that played in the game?

 

 

An Uncle Charlie Original