SCATTERED PIECES
If my soul were made of glass
I'm sure that you would see
It's cracked in many places
And it's hard to tell it's me
The cracks started long ago
I can't remember how
Perhaps it was my childhood
I really don't know now
I can't remember younger years
No matter how I try
But it must have started there
When I began to live a lie
Drinking parents do confuse
Mixed messages all around
What's a child suppose to do
When hatred does abound
They love us when we all behave
That's all fine and good
But when you start to be yourself
They make their rules understood
Do as I say; not what I do
It's a crazy mixed up place
Especially when you're growing up
And it's always in your face
Do I try to please
Or should I run and hide?
It really doesn't matter
When no one's on your side
Too busy parents never listen
What's a child to do?
They don't know who they really are
Am I me.....or Am I you?
Yes, I'm sure that's where it started
So very long ago
It only goes to show you
A child reaps; what his parents sow
Thank God, He gathered all my pieces
And brought His tube of glue
He's putting me back together now
With a promise I'll be brand new.
