Another day
Feeling this way
Why am I here?
Do I surve a purpose in life
I'm a mother, not a wife
My son is older
he needs me less
My parents are dead
I'm such a mess
I'm supposed to be happy and grateful they say
I'm still trying to find my way
Tiss the season to be jolly
I cringe when I see mistletoe and holly
I may never, till the day I die
find my peace, so I'll continue to cry