Soft Way Out

The kid is getting older, his time is bitter and colder.

All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.

His time for mind is toy to destroy.

A cop out, on ignorance without a fight or a second

chance, you think it’s the only way out, in bedroom walls

with in a gun in your mouth? NO!

You leave behind the guilt.

Shame, all the pain. You’re walking out the door cause

you can’t take it anymore.

And all the time, you try to find what’s inside. Soft way

out. Listen to me when I talk to you.