GUILT and WHINE

Why does he do such things?

Why are we tortured nightly?

When, if ever, and where will it end?

Another house, another night, and we're here again

As the feeling we're losing him grows slightly

Worse than the clean-up and the defeat it brings.

Fire of unknown origin

Consumes a passion of uncontrolled love

For a son of unknown motivation.

Our every inclination,

While cleaning off the walls above,

Is wondering what was our sin.