Power and Parenthood
I wasn't loved
You cheated, lied and hit
I felt the blood run down my cheek
You cheated, lied and swore
It would never
Happen
Again
I gave up
I broke it off
You took my soul for granted
You broke my heart, she was always the one
You said laughing, not me. Not I.
My mother consoled me
Held me close, crying
You are better than
He can ever dream
She gave me my
Power back
That he had
Stolen
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