He walks through his door with a smile on his face
Unaware of the still silent noise defiling his place
in haste racin to taste the sweet fruits of abiding love
as the branches of tragedy seek root in the sky above
A desperate cry overtakes the winds desolate sigh
He holds his son up close in a nestle and cries
He glances around as the silence enhances the sound
within his ears as his blood races dances and pounds
Unstable or able to breathe, grips the table and pleas
in choking sobs but even this disabled he seethes
And sees all the blood shed on the walls of home
A sanguine scene stained redder than halls in Rome
He found a trai