Things fall apart constantly. Cracks appear in solid walls and The wolves wait at the door For a weak moment to pounce And demand What I don't have to give.
I'm holding us together by the skin of my teeth I'm holding them up With broken limbs And the whole thing is shaking Like some snow globe Whose glass is too **** thin And on the inside is the most beautiful scene.
I can easily see what it would look like Painted across the firmament. I can easily see what it will look like In pieces on the pavement Snow flakes and Little hopeful stars Smashed into the dirt
When the thing is tossed like trash Because fate doesn't really give a **** And it is all up to us Alone To walk that road Alone And make it Or don't.
My little one is fevered and laying across my knees And I remember the time he was hooked to machines And the medical industry never blinked When the bill was more than our income for a year.
The powers that be really don't care.
All of these little ones deserve a hero.
How easy it would be to talk myself up,
But the honest to God truth is,
I don't know if I can be one.
Yet, for my babies, I'll die trying.
Dedicated to all of the mommies and daddies who fight to keep the wolves away from the hearts of little ones. They see you fighting for them, and in that, they know they're loved <3