Some people have it easy,

They could call life breezy.

But others are broken,

They are alone, unspoken.

Some people’s families are whole,

Those people have a higher goal.

When two partners split,

It’s the children that really take the hit.

And when one moves to another place,

The children ae the ones to change the pace.

The little picture in the corner,

Is their ticket to cross the border.

Doing this every week is hard,

Carrying around this little card.

And when the children grow up,

Their minds get a sort of glow up.

And then soon they start to miss,

The parents that they used to kiss.

And eventually they don’t see them anymore,

The parents that they used to adore.

For the children’s hearts grew up feeling abused,

So long as their passports are bruised.