i steal a look between the blinds i unwind she sleeps in comfort in my arms she is plain but she is mine our child is silent but awake i run my hand through his hair i teach him manners and how to stick up for himself when things get bad i tell him son never throw the first punch and if you must fight make it clean shiola will all be forgiven shiola am i strong enough to start again alone the taste of home is filling up my mouth is it wrong to love a family of ghosts her door is open the windows are all up she says come inside i live alone more or less i summon wife child and happiness build them up from the dirt and clay i have to believe that all will be forgiven my heart is overflowing the love and anger coiled into one they take and take but never get their fill i try and try but fail against my will i wait and wait for that hand to sweep me up and take me down the road home