Janie was born into a family, everything always seemed gentle and fine
As she grew, Daddy looked at her differently, and he looked at her all of the time
They started to have little secrets, things he told her nobody else could ever know
When Jane reached 14, she was pregnant, and everyone blamed Cousin Joe
Marcus at 10 was found in an alley, broken up, nearly dead, bleeding and bruised
They found him a new home, they dressed him up nice, and he watched his new mom be abused
And he sometimes was happy, and sometimes he cried, and all the kids thought he was stupid or strange
They told him he just wasn't normal like them, and kept waiting for him to change
Marcus and Janie could change in a flash from bright, sunny children to babies in tears
The people around them would comment to how they seemed swallowed by dark, unknown fears
And one day, they found Marc and the preacher in bed, and Janie lay limp in a tub full of red
And, written in blood, in the hand of a child, "I love you, Dad" is what it said...
They needed all the love, all the love,
All the love, all the love in the world
There are millions of blades finding tender young skin, millions of pills used to quiet the tears
Millions of needles for dulling the pain, and their cries falling on deafened ears
Millions of children are born into fear, while so very few are born into love
Millions who were hurt go on to hurt others, the cycle just gets one more shove
They needed all the love, all the love
All the love, all the love in the world
The fear stays with you, the pain does too, 'till you heal, or can't feel any more, or you die
There's something that edges you over a brink, or something you just have to try
And it isn't because you love them any less, or because you just think they can't love you at all,
But mistakes get made, and the debts don't get paid, and you're nailing your soul to the wall
And you need all the love, all the love
All the love, all the love in the world
Loneliness covers the world that you live in, and you just want to give up, but somehow you don't
You try to find others and help them to love, just to find a kind word in their throat
And then you remember, and just want to die, but you still know there's something you're hanging on for
And you think if you help enough other souls heal, they won't see the blackness in yours
And you need all the love, all the love,
All the love, all the love in the world
And I need all the love, all the love,
All the love, all the love in the world...
written 1998 by Mordewis ap Llys (Gerald L. Bliss) (completed 8/5/98). It is unfinished, because I don't know how to finish it yet. Consider it another cry for help. It was written for my daughter Chandra, my best friend Jared, myself, and many others of my friends.
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