To Bide as a Child

Do what you're told
Respect those old
No matter how hard they hurt you

You left me broke
So you'll wear a yoke
As long as I control you

No matter that I hate
And cheated your fate
I am now going to break you

You, who's the bane of my life
You, who gets to bear my strife
As none other ever would, ever could

But you
Oh you
Well, you really should

I know all things
And the sickness it brings
As I lash at you, and I strike

I know the fiends
And the switch-like stings
You'll endure, and remember all your life

I'll break you, you hear
I'll break you my dear
For you, after all, are mine
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A mine in a field
That will no more yield
After everything was said and done

A field was the deal
When things became real
And freedom was ultimately won

To steal a youth's zeal
So he can no longer feel
Seasons and reasons to be young

But never cross that line
You may find a long lost mine
That forever waited to explode

I got back what was mine
Broken pieces, did I find
Shards and slivers to hold

I paid a great fine
In that field was the line
Where the young became so very old