A Song In Honor of the West Bend Toddler

Horrible Home

In Honor of the West Bend Toddler

(To the sound of Temp. Home)

Written By

Nicholas KF Bohn

Little girl, 3 months old

A little to used to bein' in fear

No good mom or dad , Not a good home

Another sister that will never feel love

No one cares what goes on in this place

She cry’s with a tier on her face

This is a horrible home

It's not were you belong

Hate and neglect that you go through

This is just not right, For what you have to endure

She doesn’t even know what is to come in this

Horrible Home

A mom on the drugs

She needs to loose her rights, Got nothing good to do

She's looking for some drugs, Looking for a way out

Cause she never can be able to love

At night she beats her baby girl

Because she will never fell O K

This is a horrible home

It's not were you belong

Hate and neglect that you go through

This is just not right, For what you have to endure

She doesn’t even know what is to come in this

Horrible Home

Little girl, Morgue slab

Child Services messed up this time

They all close there eyes and feel bad right now

They look up and say “I can't believe her fate”

That was a horrible home

It's not were you belonged

Hate and neglect that you went through

This is just not right, For what you had to endure

She didn't even know what is to come in that

Horrible Home

This is a horrible home