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You had a name, before conceived
I wanted a girl, I had to believe
I tried and tried, it finally came true
I was to have a girl, it would be you.
Blond hair, blur eyes, ten fingers and toes
You were perfect right down to your cute little nose
You were as I imagined for a long, long time
you were finally here, and you were mine
Being your mother, was always a dream
>From God above, he sent you to me
He sent you to me, to love and to care
A Mother's love, that would always be there
I tried to love and to nurture you
The way that any mother would do
You'd cry and fuss, sometimes all night
I'd do anything and everything, to make it right
Finally it was me who could comfort and calm
The baby girl, who trusted her mom
Through the years, it remained the same
The outside world, brought heartache and pain
They couldn't understand what they could not see
They'd whisper, point fingers, and always blame me
Yes I was guilty, guilty of course
For I was your mother, and I was divorced
I always stayed strong, for you I was there
Alone in my room, the pain to much to bare
Whenever you were hurting or had a bad day
I would put on a smile, to make it go away
We got married, bought a house, had a baby and moved
only to find again, we had been fooled
They understood, no more than the others
Again came the blame, pointed fingers from another
Through it all, one thing was for sure
It was you and me kid, just like before
Through all the heartache, the pain and the tears
Mommy would save you, protect and hold near
We went through a lot, and we could put it behind
Mommy was there, a way out I would find
For all the looks and whispers that incurred
I had won the battle, my voice had been heard
Things were good, better than ever before
Then came the darkness, knocking at my door
In the midst of the battle , that I thought I'd won
Then came this battle, defense, I had none
I didn't see it coming, I couldn't prepare
The darkness, the pain, it was already there
I could no longer comfort and calm
That little girl, who once trusted her Mom
My tears won't help, my prayers not heard
Lord help me to help her, I need answered
I try and I try, Lord can't you see
Please bring my little girl back to me
In my dreams I see you run, skip, and play
No more screaming or yelling, not more bad days
If I could quiet your head, you know that I would
I would cease your rage, if only I could
You are my life, my heart and soul
Oh what I would give to make you whole
There will be more tears, more pain, more heartache to come
Mommy will always be there, no matter how long
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