 There's a sound from the kitchen,
and it's the sound he has heard a thousand times before.
When he hears his mother crying, he runs away and hides inside his room.
But there is no escaping the echo in his fathers voice.
And when the tears are falling,
he falls into his knees and prays;
Just hold me, and love me.
Trash this child of love,
and try your best and save this broken home.
His little arms are black and blue,
and there's a little cut, right under his eye.
Every night he lays awake,
and from now to it,
fighting stars again.
Have you forgot the reason, why this little child was borned.
'Cause if you go on fighting, you destroy this family, yeah.
Just hold him, and love him.
Trash this child of love,
and try your best to save this broken home.
Stop fighting, stop hurting, try to love again.
And do your best to save this broken home.
If you ever hold him tight, let him feel your love again.
You will make him smile, yeah.
Hold him, and love him.
Trash this child of love,
and try your best to save this broken home.
Stop fighting, stop hurting, try to love again.
And do your best to save this broken home.
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