I come from a broken home
My mother is ****** and crazy
My father left when I was three
An imperfect life I must atone

I ran away as soon as I could
I made my way as best I knew
While running that’s where I met you
In me, somehow, you saw some good

Now a home of our own we have built
Two beautiful girls we have made
A new foundation we have laid
No more tears to be spilt

If there is a God this I do invoke
They WILL be free
To be happy as can be
The cycle is broke

Yes, it’s imperfect that is true
But this home is now complete
My heart with you is replete
My story has begun anew