A/N:: More or less, this is the premise for my new script "Doves Will Cry"

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Family Portriat

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Father looked so happy smiling down on us

Petting our dog who lives a life of lust

Mother is hugging us and pulling us close

But that portraits gone-been painted long ago

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Father is in the kitchen at half past four

Its dark and cold as another drink he pours

Mother is dreaming dreams about cold winter snow

But that portraits gone-been painted long ago

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Father isn't home he's working late yet again

He's been working late a lot and its already 3am

Mother is sitting at the table reading E.

But that portraits gone-been painted long ago

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Father is crying while he watches Mother leave

He's never felt so bad since Grandmothers grave

He looks at us darkly and we are tempted to go

But that portraits gone-been painted long ago

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Father comes home and he smells very rank

I think he fell in a ditch cause he really stank

He reaches down and hits us and we fall against the wall

I'm not fond of this picture at all

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Father is old now and big brother has a kid

She's crying through her blood wishing she were dead

I think hard on these facts and two hearts I have to mend

Will this chain of abuse ever meet its end?