My Paper Toy

Empty is the room
happy has been slaughtered
no more flowers to bloom
given by my daughter

Alone , lost
and without meaning
my eyes brush across
the dullest of ceilings .

My paper toy
stands alone
made by my boy
in a our now home .

The silence
is killing me
gone is the fence
that supports this tree
take all the pence
the pounds from me
I don't need the pretence
I have much more than less
you cannot from me
buy this expense .

Take all I have
I don't give a damn
my babies are mine
and we are what I am

Money and good times
fast cars I've had
give me the nursery rhymes
their the best I ever had .