13th hr
A fight broke out beteewn Mother and Father;
A woman cried out in teh middle of the night.
I think I will go to the thirteenth hour.
He didn't make the grade, and my mother got hit for his imputence.
So bold I wish i could be like him.
I think I will go to the thirteenth hour.
I huddle in a corner scared and distrought.
Don't hit them again I would mumble so boldly.
I think I will go to the thirteenth hour.
Imputance and darkness are both my strength.
He will never hit them again.
I know I live in the thirteenth hour.