Mother of my world, we faced so much pain,
The fear from his voice Just drove you insane.
He made you frail, in everyday life,
You were his trophy and not his kind wife.
He would come home drunk, perforate your ear,
Mother I held you and wiped your last tear.
From the street, to see you, lay on a bed,
You ended your life; I thought you were dead.
But God shone over, as you done no wrong,
He gave us each other, he made us strong.
You tried to protect me; you have no shame,
The pain became numb, father was to blame.
You found a new life, a good man to love,
I thank every night to God up above.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 1:50 AM UTC
Mother of my world, we faced so much pain,
The fear from his voice Just drove you insane.
He made you frail, in everyday life,
You were his trophy and not his kind wife.
He would come home drunk, perforate your ear,
Mother I held you and wiped your last tear.
From the street, to see you, lay on a bed,
You ended your life; I thought you were dead.
But God shone over, as you done no wrong,
He gave us each other, he made us strong.
You tried to protect me; you have no shame,
The pain became numb, father was to blame.
You found a new life, a good man to love,
I thank every night to God up above.