Broken home

[Somari]

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There wehere the light once shone
In that place the fear now roams
Heart and soul turned into stone
It's a broken home

I'm telling myself there something left for to strive
I'm telling myself this is my life
But the will is strong, the will is close
A moment more and my heart froze

I see myself as a slave
Lived by my father as a knave
Deceit is a daily routine
And then nthoing is as it seems

My life is gone and memory remains
Then the memory of the memory creates my stains
It's is broken home in my head
And only by anger can it be fed