Broken
broken windows how do i see out
broken doors who have the key, let me out
broken floors, fall though, fall out
broken toys, how do i figure it out
broken moms, broken dads all they do is bail out
broken boys, broken girls in a world without
broken dreams all they do is fade out
broken becomes crooked,crooked becomes straight
and straight is narrow and narrow is the way out
Copyright © Cathy Moore | Year Posted 2013
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