She quietly whispers, "I love you"
As she kisses them on their heads
She listens to their evening prayers
And then tucks them in their beds

"One more story", says the smallest
"It's getting late", her mother would say
"Now close your eyes and go to sleep,
For tomorrow's another day"

She's done the best she can
Raising three children alone
They've always had plenty to eat
And a place to call their home

But still she pauses to wonder
How happy they could have been
If her husband wouldn't have cheated
And then walk out on them

Only in her loneliest moments
Does she think about the past
A marriage without commitment
Was destined not to last

She never thought she could make it
Without her husband by her side
Her wounds have opened a whole new world
To show what's hidden inside

She no longer cries herself to sleep
And the night's don't seem so long
Sometimes it's takes a tragedy
To make a person strong