A changing season without reason is gleaming through this family treason,

Walking the tightrope as I emotionally choke from the throat losing hope,

I can never regret my time spent with little hands lent for I'm their asset to forget,

Setting their spirits free there's no more captivity in this family tree, I'm in need,

Learning to talk as they write in chalk, mental shock within our whole flock,

Eyes so deep as the trauma creeps from the neglect that reaps, no more rem sleep,

Our pain in a loop as regrets make us...