I always knew I lucked out in life. Because my mom Never failed to hug And kiss me, goodnight. She worked until her Hands would bleed, So that she could give us Everything we needed. I never went hungry Because she sacrificed and Suffered working endlessly In the Flordia heat and humidity. I never once had a doubt that She would always love me. Whenever life tried to drown me Her hand was there to rescue me. Guiding my way, showing me The woman I would come to be. I will always remember The way she smiled When she was proud of me. Or the way her voice sounded As she comforted me. My mom taught me To never let someone mistreat me. To stand up for the weak And to always be the me, I want to be. My mother was my guiding light. The angel who gave me life. Her strength and ability to survive Will live on within me. Though God has called her home, I know that my mother will Never truly be away from me. Because she made me Everything that I will be. And I know that she is proud of me. Because my mother's daughter Is who I will always be.
Would it help if you Had met me sooner? When I was still young And pain hadn't become A part of me? Before love was something to fear And life destroyed my dreams? A wild child, that was me. I knew kings were nobles Men of utmost valor. Convinced that princesses Lived happily ever after. If I play it on a movie reel And featured my demons primetime! Would my insecurities laid bare Help you to understand it was Love that ruined me? Don't you see, Darling, my Dear? Life is far from fair and I am, But... Victim extraordinaire. One of the love scorned, A heart already burned My mistrust comes battle born. Condolences and kudos Sir. Falling for me is ill-advised. Certainly, you must be braver than I. Perhaps you’ve roamed these roads. A warrior soul brought here to show My shattered heart; the path, at last. My apologies sir, for my distrust. But it has slain many who've come here With intentions merely of deceit. Reprobates before you. Bringers of pain, Miscreants, Scoundrels playing vile games. Curators of loves broken hearts. You fail to see I’d rather live in The shadows of hell before I am Deceived into an illusionary dream. Born from my hearts belief that love Could be meant for someone like me. Seduced by gifts given of love Made of Malice and misdeeds. Time and attention are all it takes For the mistreated beings like me. Our hearts become intertwined By chains and thorns. So foolishly deceived by treachery. We are left living in misery. Hear me when I say Only ice resides within My hollow chest. So please, leave me be!