Submissions by WS

To you I promise I'll love you for life.
I could never stay away, not even four nights.
to you I promise I will make you my wifey,
and I'll run miles for you, until I ruin my Nikes.
to you promise we'll get through the poor weather,
and incase you haven't noticed I am yours 4 ever.

I Promise...

Why does is rain?
Does it reprsent pain,
does it mean lord Jesus, is feeling ashamed?
Is he shedding his tears,
For people to fear?
Is there blue flash in the skies, to tell you he's here?
Or does he make a big bang! to tell you he's mad
to scare away the sins when you been bad.
Ill ask you again,
Why does it rain?
Dosn't this question boggle your brain?!

No matter where you are, it feels colder than Alaska,
The cold hate that you get, just blows right past ya.
Cold hearted murders sending chills up your spine,
the thought of killing someone, sends thrills through their mind.
There is no way to escape, your trapped in this freezer,
you find yourself shaking with fear, like ceasures.

The violence, the drama, your stuck with it all,
Then you realize the pain, and begin to bawl.
Tear drops, slowly running down your cheek,
turning into iceicles as you begin to wheep.
Living on this earth, makes you want...

Is it my fault, that daddy dont love me?
Is it my fault, that mommy don't hug me?
Is it my fault, that I get beatings and whipings?
Is it my fault, I'd wrather be in prison?
Is it my fault, that life is unfair?!
Is it my fault, that I feel scared?!

Of course its my fault, because daddy said so,
And when I asked mommy, she didn't say no.
I guess it's my fault, that I have no hope.
But it's daddys fault, that he had a bundle of rope...

The pain is unbarreable it eats her alive,
It tears at her heart and brings tears to her eyes.
She tries to escape, but there is nowhere to run,
It follows her around like the hovering sun.
Afraid to tell she keeps it a secret,
She would would rather herself shatter to pieces.
Like a broken mirror, her pride is cracked,
Her soul is gone and her eyes are black.
Her cheeks are cut with gashes and wounds,
Her back is covered with lashes and brusided.

Finally fed up she gets a gun
and fills the chambers one by one.
She tells her daughter...