Solstice

[Verse 1: Mr Key]
There wasn't any love at home
Summer's tone frozen into winter's bones
Dis-attached, dis-connected living in a brick a brack junkyard of family trauma
The osmotic ink-stains blackened the aura
That's the bad pattern
That's your lad trapped on a bandwagon jam-packed with unhappy performers
What a performant
And nobody clapped for the sad clown
The sad sight of silence made me wanna put my hands out
Tell him it isn't your fault, kid
And listen, this is mid-winter, the solstice, it doesn't get any shitter than this
Who am I to sell a dream?
Tell 'im we could set 'im free
Probably best to forget it, leave and let 'im be
Shit gets to me
The hollow eyes ostracized from the beauty of life as a child
The begging need that hides behind even the tiniest smile and fails to be hidden
No I never, I didn't do it, what ever it is, and why won't anyone listen
That's what he's telling us, screaming and shouting
And there's me, thinking my life would be so peaceful without him
Shame on me
And I ain't gonna pussy-out and blame it on the parents or pretend I'm unaware that he don't need an education
He needs tender, loving care
Unaware of the path he's taking
And when I stare into these stars arrangements
That's the thought that crossed my mind
The astronaut who's lost inside his claustrophobic loneliness