Book II: Embrace My Innocence
Chapter II: Stolen Trust Shattered Dreams


House of Pain

The House of Pain is where it began
Feeling the pain of another man’s hand.
Stolen trust ripped from our souls
made us lose our self control.
Bring back that child that was hurt so bad
Make him believe he could be a good lad!



D.


Tears of Hate

Tears of hate, how do I escape?
Bleeding from the heart
Is tearing me apart.

Bring back the days of sun and glory
How do I escape my horror story?
Made me believe I was the best
Just like he said to all the rest.

Running wild in the streets
Made us feel like we were kings.
Playing God with no powers
How do you explain the midnight hour?

Reaching out for something new
Tears of hate about to Bloom!



D.

Childhood Cries

Childhood cries cannot be heard
Reaching out for a whole new world
The pain inside will never go away
Make me believe in tomorrow, today.

Power and trust is what was broken If I had the knowledge, I would have spoken.
Time has passed, how can it be
That I have no life, I have no dreams.
Life to me seems so unreal
Reaching out, only to feel
The boy inside is no longer real



D.

My Friend, My Hero

My friend, my hero
Climb out of your shell
Make us believe
We’re not in hell
You’re the one who cleaned the ice
Because of you, I’m full of life
I thank you, Sir
I will never forget
The man who gave
The Gardens fits!

God Bless you Martin. We all thank you and will
never forget the inspiration you showed us. God Bless!

D.



 

 

 


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