The way they'd love each other was now rare to see,
For the bulk of misunderstandings had lead them away from which they couldn't be free.
The fight they've had everyday,
Have now made that child it's prey.
The child could do nothing,
Closed the door and sat for sobbing.
The screech from the souls who've once loved each other,
Weren't suppose to be heard by the child who loved them as it'd bother.
Seeing the parents falling apart
Would leave the child with a life which'll never start.