The trials of being guardian to a prodigal son

sorry sweets, but it was too long
i expected you to come around
but after two years i am done with it

lyrics filled my tattered heart
the words needed to explain
just how much meaning
my life suddenly achieved

one after another i watched
a flowery meadow
raped with broken hearts
become a graveyard

you teased them all
with your sick revenge
all along you knew
what you were doing

sorry sweets, but you're fucked up
i expected more from you
but you haven't grown up yet

white and black tones borne
of my hands assisted the
gloopy heartache clogging up
my chances for happiness

one more comes home
to a temple of kindness
flowers and white pillars
sunlight warming good hearts

i might tease them also
but my compassion
breaks my own heart
to keep the world smiling

sorry love, i disown you
i expected starlight kisses
not ice picks to my tender core

and this richeous guitar part
followed by rock hard drums
will carry my message right
to your disgusted ears

so go ahead and stand alone
among a world of corpses
an army of mindless ghouls
hungering for innocent blood

when the day comes
you are sick of yourself
wearily climb these steps
to a world of blue skies

so sweets, when you need a home
you can let your guards down
protected by a legion of angels

smiles, kisses, and hugs
to expunge all your fears
kind words from bright eyes
the music will fill the air

the celebration will commence
to have you home again
but if you so wish to
keep on spinning this hatred

you will still be blessed
since you are so well loved
an angel of hope and light
is always watching over you

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2006