I wrote it I was thinking about a family whose children were suffering due their quarreling parents.

Tears on their pillows

Who is to blame for the hurt and the pain

What do our children have to gain

How much pain to a tender heart

When things start to fall apart

Tears on their pillows as the light goes out

Pain in their hearts as you begin to shout

It’s how they feel but you fail to see

Only you can end their misery

Children have eyes with which they see

But don’t understand how it’s meant to be

When they grow up they may be the same 

And keep on playing your selfish game

Get on or move on put things right

Don’t let your children see you fight

Let your children enjoy their youth

Talk together and face the truth

Can you see the pain they feel inside

Can you see what they’re trying to hide

Or their tears as they cry alone in their beds

Do you get the hint when their eyes are red

Put your hand on your heart and go on to say

This is how we want things to stay

Ask your selves are you being fair

Is this right do we really care

Tears on their pillows as the light goes out

Pain in their hearts as you begin to shout

It’s how they feel but you fail to see

Only you can end their misery

Dave Earle

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