Sometimes the thought of you makes me angry, and sometimes the thought of you makes me sad.
I wonder if I have your eyes, or maybe your hair,
Do you ever wonder about us, do you even care?
Did you have more children to replace the ones that were taken away?
Do you feel guilt and pain? I hope it eats at you every day.
Have you stopped using drugs? Have you at least stopped abusing kids?
Do you ever wonder how we grew up? Or even if we ever did?
Things happen for a reason, at least that is what people say,
Things did change for the better when we were taken away.
No matter how many times I hear the excuse, "They were just to young",
I can never forgive the two of you for things you have and have not done.
