Stuffin Stuff

broken windows
blown out candles
wax the mantle
glasson the floor
blood on the door
pain in the carpet
cake on the table
death in the air
smoke is clearing
phone rings
babies are crying
some body help
help this scene
seen it all
curtains fell
rod and all
who lives here
in this heap of mess
whenis the last time
these kids were fed
why are you, still
lying underneath
the sheets in bed
through all the stress
you must press
why give up
your too good for that
children are sleep
give them heat
when it's cold
they do not measure
love to gold
they're not old enoguh to know
you are mother
they love you
unconditionaly