Looking back at the past

Looking back at the past
when i was young and lost my two front teeth
the first bike i ever road
when i went to bed and i would think there was a monster under neath

The time were everyones your best friend
at school where there was story telling
when i would come home to you dad
screaming and yelling

I was young and clueless
didn't know any right
you'd scream and hit
and put up a fight

I would run to my room
and get down on my knees to pray
pray to mom high up from the ground
for this to go away

She nor God herd my prayer
i had to come home every day
not looking like Id care
i wanted to runaway

Had to go to school with a soar face
and a bruise in every place
now here i am looking at the days
the days that wouldn't go away

here i am standing tall
Mom must have herd my prayer
thank you for not making me fall
now i leave home with out a tear