Sides of a Story (Just 2)
Her
She said they were throwing the trash
Taking my son and they would be right back
The time they were gone grew late
Stirring up worries of disaster and fate
1 ring of the phone I awoke
Slow-serious policemen on it to me spoke
However form they could explain
Could never differ from how I am betrayed
Me
I said I we were throwing the trash
She believed when I promised we would be right back
I grabbed him and from her we fled
The monster of mothers with pain in her head
Could hurt my small brother no more
So we ran and we called when we got to the store
Then soon the sirens came
And after the questions we didn’t need stay