A Broken Christmas

The tinsel gleams, a silent, cruel display
Another Christmas, watching time just slip away
Two years have passed, two birthdays on the shelf
Presents gather dust, reflecting my lost self
Still wrapped in paper, vibrant, bright, and new
Waiting for hands that I can't reach, or hold, or view
Two Christmases, two birthdays, taken, gone
Just empty laughter, echoes in the dawn.
Oh, my three sons, stolen by a lie
Beneath the stars, I whisper my goodbyes
This empty house, a hollow, bitter ache
While justice sleeps, and my heart starts to break
They say they care, but the evidence rings clear
Just cold indifference, fueling all my fear.
I walk the park, the swings sway in the breeze
Ghosts of laughter rustle through the trees
I close my eyes, I hear your gentle cries
A phantom "Daddy" in the solemn skies
Their beds lie barren, sheets unturned and cold
A future vanished, stories left untold
By her deceit, a web of twisted schemes
Destroying families, shattering my dreams.
Oh, my three sons, stolen by a lie
Beneath the stars, I whisper my goodbyes
This empty house, a hollow, bitter ache
While justice sleeps, and my heart starts to break
They say they care, but the evidence rings clear
Just cold indifference, fueling all my fear
I lived through darkness, controlled by every dime
Spit in my face, pulled hair, a twisted mime
Bruises hidden, a broken toe ignored
I stayed for you, a silent, watchful guard
To shield my boys, from anger and from spite
Then asked a question, shattered all the light
"Did you betray me? Is this child truly mine?"
A month of silence, then the twisted sign
Of false allegations, fraud designed to sting
Taking my sons, and breaking everything.
Even when one was left bleeding, in such pain
Social services watched, then turned their backs again.
I had the proof, the videos, the truth unwound
But no one cared, no justice could be found.
Oh, my three sons, stolen by a lie
Beneath the stars, I whisper my goodbyes
This empty house, a hollow, bitter ache
While justice sleeps, and my heart starts to break
They say they care, but the evidence rings clear
Just cold indifference, fueling all my fear.
The Grim Reaper watches, waiting for my last faint breath
To claim the hope, that lingers after death
I survived her rage, her darkness and her plea
But losing you, my sons, has utterly broken me
Forever lost, in shadows I now roam
Searching for my boys, and a way back home.
Daddy's here, boys... Daddy's here...
But they don't hear.
Just empty silence, year after lonely year.
This is for you my sons, Nicholas Brandon lee and Joshua, my dear 3 sons.