• At each others throats in another fight,
    Each one wanting to prove their right.
    It always seems to go the same,
    Just a conflict that has no aim.
    She screams about how he drinks,
    He yells about how she winks.
    Now the accusations are being thrown,
    The pent up anger is being shown.
    She slaps him hard across the face,
    Hearts pound at a furious pace.
    He throws her back into the wall,
    A glass framed picture starts to fall.
    The picture's smiles drop away,
    Along with hopes for a better day.
    Watch it drop and hit the ground,
    Cringe at that explosive sound.
    But they don't notice the shards fly,
    And they don't hear the child's cry.