She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she

I dont care about signing the divorce,
I've already told you that.
All I want is my kids,
more than just a few measly weekends,
I want them to not call her mommy,
I want my kids to learn from me,
I want my kids to know that I love them,
I want my kids to not be used as pawns
in your battle to hurt me.
I want my kids to not get hurt by this war
that you are starting with your arrogance
and inflated ego,
I want my kids to not be emotionally abused by you.
**I WANT MY KIDS TO HAVE THEIR MOTHER

true love is not a declaration
     it is a demonstration

Never have I ever, chased ***** with orange juice.

I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
yes, living,
it scares me.

Of losing someone,
of everything,
of living
in nothingness,
and in pain.

It scares me
to know,
that life isn't fair,
of people's judgment,
where is freedom?

You live in the world
of broken dreams,
of broken vows,
and of broken wings.

I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
of losing someone
you love.

"Because with you I am all,
and alone I'm without."