Every morning she opens her eyes to the same familiar faces smiling
Every morning he opens his eyes knowing he is missing something
Her day is planned down to the minute; she chooses and wants it this way
His day is planned down to the minute; he has no choice and no say
Everyday it’s homework, cheer leading, or church she has no time to doubt
Every day waiting, hoping, and praying someone will pay so he can get out
She struggles to keep it going, keep it all straight, keep everyone on track
He struggles to keep it together, keep the lies straight, keep from looking back.
Every night she bathes them, reads a bedtime story, and gives kisses goodnight
Every night he fights the memories, prays they know he wants to hold them tight
She knows she is all they have, the only one to show them a better way to live
He knows he failed them, this time they may not be able to forget or forgive
Every minute her heart is filled with the joy found in moments only she will see
Every minute his heart breaks knowing he lost the chance to be the dad he could be
She fights tears when they ask why, “My daddy is lost” is all the baby can say
He fights tears when she says, “I won’t bring them here. You made it this way”.
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
Every morning she opens her eyes to the same familiar faces smiling
Every morning he opens his eyes knowing he is missing something
Her day is planned down to the minute; she chooses and wants it this way
His day is planned down to the minute; he has no choice and no say
Everyday it’s homework, cheer leading, or church she has no time to doubt
Every day waiting, hoping, and praying someone will pay so he can get out
She struggles to keep it going, keep it all straight, keep everyone on track
He struggles to keep it together, keep the lies straight, keep from looking back.
Every night she bathes them, reads a bedtime story, and gives kisses goodnight
Every night he fights the memories, prays they know he wants to hold them tight
She knows she is all they have, the only one to show them a better way to live
He knows he failed them, this time they may not be able to forget or forgive
Every minute her heart is filled with the joy found in moments only she will see
Every minute his heart breaks knowing he lost the chance to be the dad he could be
She fights tears when they ask why, “My daddy is lost” is all the baby can say
He fights tears when she says, “I won’t bring them here. You made it this way”.
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