I returned to the place where everything is cold
The ashes are a scattered, and the story untold
I sift through the rubble, my fragment of life

The memories come quickly of you and your wife
With her always smiling, even when it hurt
Of the moment I felt you lifting my skirt
I remember your words, heavy with gin
I cried under the covers when I heard you come in
I held onto my bedpost, and thought of the sun
And gritted my teeth until you were done

For the rest of the night I would hear my mom screaming
And I would pretend it was a nightmare
but I knew I was not dreaming
I ran from that place, but my soul never escaped
I took me a while to admit I was raped
I held on to the anger, and wished your death
That was until the day that you took your last breath
Then It seemed wasteful to carry on the pain
So I learned to forget it, and I learned to maintain
It seems so fitting that the house would succumb to a flame
And as the house was burning, so was my shame

So now I walk through this house, after its been burned
And feel so much stronger because of what I’ve learned
Father you killed me, you stole my youth
But I cant be haunted by hatred, only saved by the truth

The hottest love has the coldest end.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.