The Sight\The Sight\
My mom had always said,
When you see the white robes, run.
But I can't.
My mom's crying and my dad's not in sight
I look outside. The sight is cold
I see a cross,
Black as coal just like me.
The cross being burned,
The flames were as red and hot
As the devil himself.
The flames remind me of my burning heart.
Behind the hot red flames
I see my dad hanging from the old oak.
A tear ran down my cheek,
While inside there is a flood of tears
Trying to get out.