I'm from the ashes, of a broken house upon a crumbing foundation, a broken family, br Molded and shaped by the arguments, the yelling, the sadness and frustration, br I'm from the books, the world I'd go to hide, to escape br I'm from nights spent staring at my ceiling, feeling lost, afraid br From the long hours spent alone, avoiding the yelling, isolation br A place no child should know, no child should see, should be br A place that ruins childhoods, that cuts, that scars bone deep br I'm from the ashes, of a broken house upon a crumbling foundation, a broken family,br br Michael Carlsonbr br