Someone Else's Daughter
It’s just gone one o’clock
and your daughters still not home
even amongst late night friends
a girl will be alone
alone amongst thousands in the city
alone with others on the train
our society isn’t safe anymore
it’s turned sick, insidious and insane
Someone else’s daughter
someone else’s wife
someone else’s everything
someone else’s life
it’s always someone else’s daughter
to you that matters the most
it always happens to someone else
the realities not that close
someone else’s problem
someone else to blame
someone else’s misery
it’s someone else’s pain
So last night was a false alarm
her car had broken down
the headlines feed your darkest fears
“Girl Attacked In Town”
slip comfortably into your complacency
another false alarm
keep her close keep her home
keep her safe from harm
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
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Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
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I wish my dad would ever care about me. I figured that when my sister was born I became a garbage bag for my parents that they had to feed and provide shelter, but nothing else. C'est la vie. I will never be able to change that. All I can do is change my mind and write a story, true this time. One day the world will find out. The photo you used reminds me of some British movies like "Billy Elliot" or "Looking for Eric". I think that the northern neighborhood may look like this, there aren't many such walls here. However, it has its charm. Poor but palpable.