In her early years she had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that she called home?
Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm
Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon
Bruises will always fade but the pain remains the same
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday...NO I'm NOT OK....
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built....
The echo of a broken child screaming "please no more"
It's not so easy to forget
And every day I'm afraid to come home
In fear of what I might see there ....