Sweet Heart
The back ground noise just stays
Filling my ears with the tantrum of his rage
Crying wild from his own ability to change

I give no hand for him to hold
For I have nothing left to say
Their word holds naught for some
And now my ears must pay

Tribute to his own selfish madness
Voiced within his rage
A selfish child of style
Who now thinks he should not pay

A foolish ass who brays
How his world is ending now
Yet on the edge he plays
Even here and now

I wear a heart of leather for him
Toughened by hard days
Of working like a dog
And never getting paid