After the door shuts and the footsteps die
In the quietness the baby cries
And in the air frustrations fly
When the crying stops the mom sighs
In the crib the baby lies
Mom can rest now as she walks away
Being a sixteen-year-old mother is hard these days
She never expected that with that boy she layed
That it would ever, end up this way
Her youth was taken, and changed into all work and no play
Her life is different now and will forever be changed