My Life by:Lunia Supplice
In a family of 8
there is plenty love and hate
money has always been a pain
not knowing when your next meal is, definitely puts a strain
with nobody to point the finger at, or even blame
dad becomes sick, and mom is forced to quit
tensions rise and the eviction notice plastered on our door forcing us to split
nowhere to live or even to rest
is this god putting us through a test
no family to turn to they don't seem to exist when your in trouble they consider you a pest
so they shun you out just like the rest
you move in with your folks in- lawsthinking they have your best intentions at heart
but they quickly deceit and don't play their god given part
Kicked out into the street
no way to make ends meet
have no choice to find comfort in the car
there's no comparison up to par
tears swell in my mothers eyes as she spends all night to cry
as she pleas to god and questions why
school is the next morning we wipe the tears from our eyes and we try
to place a smile on our face like were alright
but nobody knows where we actually slept that night
Days turn into months and slowly becomes a year
we finally get a new place and seems like a cure
but the cost per month definitely drives someone to fear
can we make it this time or will we again fumble and fall
so as we look on towards moving again we definitely have god to call
so he can help so us through and hopefully we can make it after all.
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