“It’s all over,” Mom said with a pessimistic voice.
The room was very dark and filled with sadness,
The world had everything but fairness.
Dad would beat mom every chance he had,
He was a bad, notorious drunkard.
Mom was torn apart, defeated and withered.
Their love was made of steel, but they let it rust.
I had no one to talk to and no one to trust,
The end was no more near but with us.