Built with concrete blocks and cement

Which almost seems to be serene

But inside, lay broken souls

Souls of terrified children

Who wish to seek help;

And I wish help would come soon

Sooner than a punch thrown to the head,

Sooner that words pierced throught the heart

And sooner than a helpless child gasping for

his last breath

As he lays lifeless on the cold kitchen floor,

With blood slowly dripping onto the tiles

Nothing won't seem to matter

Because it's just one less life to worry about

And a house isn't considered a home

Until love and peace enter through the door