The Insignificance of motherhood plagued through an orphans hope
Toying with insecurities, yet to show
And as wild hearts have shown, love is all we've owned
But never given or showered upon others we know
And as riches grow, the failures to love have risen to show
A father without a road, a mother we should have known
But !!
For what worth is it
In placing voids within a ship
To only carry as burdens the way to home as we see fit.