Silent tears

as she strains to hear

The words that are flying

and her mothers merciful crying.

Memoreies drift back

of her brightest smiles

and the families gentle whiles,

When slaying dragons together

wasn't slaying each other as dragons.

When being cowboys with toy guns 

was protecting each other and having fun.

With his screaming in the crossfire

Daddy storms out the door and I see him no more.

I wish all teh fights were just a game

and would end without any pain.

No more bang bang slipping off you tounge.

Then we all could but down our weapons

And be the perfect family we once were.