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I'm at a point in my life when I have to be sure Of the choices I make, more than ever before. Nothing is easy and it never will be, But my life involves others who are precious to me. I've made lots of mistakes every step of the way, And I pay for them dearly with each passing day. I wish I could change things and dispel all the pain That I've caused other people again and again. I have to make sure my dreams are not heeded And help those I gave life to as long as I'm needed. I am a mother first, my kids are my life And second, I am my husband's wife. I'm ashamed of the way I've behaved in the past. hoping for friendships that could possibly last. But I've done it all wrong and I'm paying the price. And now I have more to sacrifice. I've tasted the joys, the sins, the excitement But I have to avoid the road of enticement. My life is not over and my time will come, My priority now is to be a good mom.
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
My priority.
I'm at a point in my life when I have to be sure Of the choices I make, more than ever before. Nothing is easy and it never will be, But my life involves others who are precious to me. I've made lots of mistakes every step of the way, And I pay for them dearly with each passing day. I wish I could change things and dispel all the pain That I've caused other people again and again. I have to make sure my dreams are not heeded And help those I gave life to as long as I'm needed. I am a mother first, my kids are my life And second, I am my husband's wife. I'm ashamed of the way I've behaved in the past. hoping for friendships that could possibly last. But I've done it all wrong and I'm paying the price. And now I have more to sacrifice. I've tasted the joys, the sins, the excitement But I have to avoid the road of enticement. My life is not over and my time will come, My priority now is to be a good mom.
JustJo
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
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