Inside this house of pain, alone in a corner
A scared little boy sits and cries...
Cries for love and attention and wishes to fit in.
I try to do unto others as I would have others
do unto me
Yet when the deeds are done, they forget about me.
It would seem I am the only one home
in this house of pain
Trapped inside, searching for a crumb
One small morsel of love
But who needs love anyway
When I have my house of pain?
© 1999 Rob Murphy
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