[Mike Wrecka]

Uprooted




my family is deeply rooted, this place is more than a home,
its the only type of life that my daughters have known,
so many memories engraved into the mortar and stone,
that leaving will make us all feel sort of alone,
we are being forcibly thrown, right into the street,
still firmly linked together but now less than complete,
I remember the speech of promises I could potentially keep,
but now they're all broken, like my rest and my sleep,
the tension is deep, wondering how to soften the fall,
as I take my kids decorations up off of the wall,
theres coughing and all, other types of reactions,
sobbing accompanied with, occasional laughin,
im amazed at the passion, four walls can create,
wondering how did we end up in such a horrible state,
im filled with sorrow and hate, had too much on my plate,
remorseful as all my dishes are packed into a crate,
this is a smack in the face, what a spectacular waste,
seems like everything good that ever happened, erased,
im just a passenger,wait, I want off of this ride,
caught in a downward spiral that I thought id survive,
my pride ignored the facts as they started to mount up,
now im overflowing with depression, im about to erupt,
I try to sound tough, the hardest saying fuck this apartment,
but then I see a drawing of our house in crayon and it rips me apart quick,
my hearts sick and more money is the only cure,
so I have to work two jobs, will I be lonely? sure,
but I cant take anymore , my wife is frowning, upset,
coming to the realization that we are drowning in debt,
when its all said and done I suppose we'll be fine,
but as the door closes I feel frozen in time.
lesson learned, life isn't the fairest,
now we must go live with the grandparents
but

when a family tree is uprooted, the tree doesn't die,
it gets planted in a new spot and continues to multiply