Left behind, cold departure
Stripped of dignity
Such shame
I have not seen him since that day
It was the first day they came
I saw a stranger at the door
Never been so afraid
Ran to the bedroom to hide
Then heard him call my name
I had no choice
The gun in the closet, the blood on the carpet...
My pitiful children never show their faces
No one comes, no one cares
Yet sometimes, there are these visitors
They want to break in, steal my things, take my life
I don't know how they get inside...