The Show (Little eyes)

The Show

Ladies and gentlemen take your seats the show is about to begin
We have our seats already, sat at the top of the stairs
Our eyes peering through the wooden bannister to see below

The sound of a door slammed closed by someone
At one time, we could have known who, but not now
The love that we once saw now turned to twisted and bitter resentment

We once the pride and joy and the future for them
That unbreakable bond that has come apart like any dream not treated with care
The sound of voices raised as the recriminations begin beyond the slammed door

Another night where we have to sit and do nothing
Another night where they clash once again, two people who cannot be wrong
Another night where we see the love that once was. turn and die a little more