She told me when I was too young to understand,
That lifes happiness does not fall in the hands of a man

She told me when I could comprehend the words she spoke,
The importance of travel and home

She warned me,
For when he was to say goodbye,
To stay strong and not to cry

She told me all these things,
Yet I sit here crying.
Because words are hard to believe,
Little did I know you could come back broken hearted from trying