Emotions constantly changing, not knowing how to feel
A husband one minute, a cheater the next
Yet she stands strong, ready for the next excuse
How many times can she get run over and still get back on her feet?
Countless times I wonder how she is still here
3 girls and still her spirit and care is still there
Night and day, day and night our hands in hers
Where is our father, 'working over time' again?
Does he really think food, love, comfort and happiness
Can be bought with his plastic card?
My mother packs us in the car, suitcases and all
Her eyes red raw while our father starts filling cardboard boxes
We return back to our house, his belongings finally gone
The outside of her as tough as a nail, her insides getting torn apart
Praying for her happiness, I wonder how and why the world can still go round
With heavy luggage on her back she carries on still going strong
She protects us like she has always done even 7 years later
Avoiding us from the contagious curse she feels in her heart
I can't understand how someone could hurt my mummy, and I never will
The answer is tucked away and hidden within my father.
