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March. 1945 unwanted from his first breath. |
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A mother's blessing born, a father's burden worn. |
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The bright shine of the sunrise along the tile floor to the open door. |
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With blood on the streets she lay on the mattress. |
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Staring aimlessly. |
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Numb, dark and decayed |
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On the bathroom floor of their rundown apartment. |
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Scraping fingers on tile just to feel something. |
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Unwanted by a bastard father. |
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Unwanted, but through the hazel eyes of his mother. |
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She's praying for god to save her. |
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"Please save me." but when she needs him most, he doesn't answer. |
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Another rosary, another unanswered plea. |
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"Please take us away, please let us be safe. |
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Let everyone that sees me forget my face." |
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But all she gets is the drunk with his fists and that old devil look in his eye. |
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Him and Jack, that gambling debt, that old devil look in his eye. |
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And without warning he raises his hand to her and says, |
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"Your god can't hear you, not down here. |
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No one will save you because no one cares." |
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And with her newborn boy, they would cry until the early morning light. |
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It was the first of many, many sleepless nights. |
