Beautiful Angel
Oh what would I possibly do
and who on earth would I be,
if for just one tiny moment
you were back here with me?
You left me here dear mother
when I was just tiny and meek,
and ever since that dark day
I've felt so helpless and weak.
I was only one month old
and knew nothing of this life,
but what I'd finally learn
would slash my soul with a knife.
This cruel world it can change
even the happiest of souls,
but sometimes it starts mending
your heart of all of it's holes.
Your face I can imagine
I can almost hear your laugh,
but there are no words of memory
from your alcoholic other half.
I know you've always been here
watching silently over me,
it's true I sense your presence
but was this really our destiny?
I just want to show to you
the person I strive to become,
the stuggles that I went through
and long battles I finally won.
I guess I will have to settle
for saying it here out loud,
I love you dear mother
and promise to make you proud!
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