the time is 11 11pm you don t want to go in there is all the officer said his face pale as the dead the ride along saw white grow on his head hand on his clip cold metal on his hip thinking of wasting that monster sat so close you could spit this is no man no man could do this heartless this is no man gentle grace met with violence in this dark place i feel your silence stared at the window on the right winter air and the fear of what was inside sent shivers down his spine that flashing red light the young men found comfort in the stars taking his mind off homicide walked up the path through the yard the door stood ajar he stepped hesitantly into the dark just then another ran past him eyes wide hands clasped to his face shoved him into the wall as the first spray escaped the remainder of the vomit planted in the garden pointed to the first door on the right that same flashing red light no man no man could do this  gentle grace met with violence in this dark place i feel your silence he gathered his courage tried not to think of what he was about to see tried to not visualize a child of three running into the first door on the right hoping to stop the fight red on the walls red on the presents her angelic head left blood and fragments red on the tree red on her fleece he put her down as she tried to flee we are all given a chance to be free i will be better than my father before me gentle grace met with violence in this dark place i feel your silence that little girl was his redeeming grace the thing to help him forget the misery cause he was never shown it he spat in its face now this brave young one lays cold planted under a tree given no chance to grow old 