A child grows to know love
from the love they are shown
and in an ideal life of love
it starts within their home
I am one of the few though
that lived in a home of fear
love longed for in our home
at times was not so clear
Then came a time of hurt
the strikes that went too far
and being taken to a place
where broken children are
I thought the end had come
for I was placed in lock-down
and the terror I got away from
was replaced by a new one found
Questions went unanswered
and trials were a daily task
how could my family hate me so...
what did I do, I'd often ask...
It was twenty-odd years later
when I went back home again
looking for some answers
that went unanswered then
'Home is where they love you'
I shouted to their face
'We loved you the best we could,
you're the one who left this place'
That's true in every since of the words
for that is how they were raised
love to them was fists and belts
they would go to jail these days
I knew that it was wrong
even at those tender years
home is where they love you
not a place of daily fears
So the best we could do is relearn
how to love through the hurt caused
for home is where you love them too
though that love at times was paused
Although the hurt comes back in ways
that leave me wondering what to do
this child still has the heart to believe
that home is where they love you.
Whew, sometimes it comes in floods I have no ability to hold...