my heart 

like a whole

empty and unresourceful and mistaken

for a hole

a pain of resentment that is betraded by it'd owner 

denile of the pain and denile of the happiness

leave a child unsure and hopeless

assumption of rainbow and smiling crows 

when in reality a crows death is what many reap and sow 

no scarecrow for another mile or two

to protect a hurting child from feeling the blues 

patience doctor we have got no time  

to be giving this child happy pills and fines

to find the happiness in a word of pain 

"futhermore on the news today 40 were killed

school girl snatched while walking up a hill"

no more darknights in the woods cause the terror

but the sick little world of hate that is suppose to 

bring us together