Two nights ago when I was all alone for the weekend, again... I wrote this as the rain came crashing down around two A.M. it's kind of the way I feel each weekend in light of recent events..

"The sound of laughter used to sing when voices filled the air.
Happy moments brought about by children everywhere.
A bitter parting of the world of false and covered pain,
has left me all alone tonight with no sound but the rain.
The tender joy of Saturdays with pancakes and cartoons,
... and sweet Sundays at Grandmas house for birthdays and balloons,
have quickly turned to quietness in such an awful way,
cause nothing is as miserable as a lonely day.
So why then sing a lullaby? Or read a story book?
When deep and silent rainy nights, my happiness they took." -Me