I miss the two things I once had
One my mom and two my dad
My dad and I were sometimes close
And my mom used to be fun to talk to
But then one day it all came to an end
when the devil came into their lives
there was nothing I can do but cry.
my dad started messing around with other women,
And my mom was on and off the streets.
I know I was just a little one,
but my feelings were strong and mature.
They stopped paying attention to me
that is when I felt that nobody loved me
I started to pray every single night
and would beg Jesus for just one little sign
to help my mom and my dad
because Jesus was the last person I had
I am still young and I know I have to be strong
because my life isn't over and time isn't gone.