"Incomplete"

My life became...
A pink cell screen
Four barren walls
Some gasoline;
I couldn't hear their laughter
Nor watch their radiant faces
Dry their tears and calm them
No longer take them places
Can't raise them up to love the Lord
Their smiles have almost vanished
Oh, wake me from the horror
Save me from this hell
It's time to make their breakfast
They'll be late for sure, they will
Don't stop and play with Mr. Monte
Did you get all your books?
Brush your teeth, but first lets eat
Make your bed and pray
We'll wake like this again today