Before I had children,
I was young, wild, and free.
I was doing things with no cares,
I was where I wanted to be.

Before I had children,
I was going out every night,
Drinkin' and smokin'
Everything seemed alright.

'Till that one day I met a man,
Who changed my life for good.
He gave me a babygirl,
Than left as I knew he would.

One curly hair little girl,
Keeps a smile upon my face.
She's dressed up in all white,
With a headband made of lace.

She was born so small,
So fragile but so cute.
She changed my life forever,
She took me on a whole other route.

'Till that one day I met another man,
Who changed my life for good.
He gave me another babygirl,
And stayed around as he should.

A chubby flawless little girl,
Took my heart into her hand.
When I finally got to hold her,
I knew my feet hit solid land.

She's so strong and beautiful,
With a head full of black hair.
She changed my life forever,
Nothing could ever compare.

One wild and free toddler,
Has a baby sister to love.
They make me who I am today,
All sadness I'm free of.

Without my daughter's,
Who knows where I would be.
I love them and adore the,
One simple smile says they love me.

Today is filled with anger
fueled with hidden hate
scared of being outcast
afraid of common fate
Today is built on tragedies
which no one wants to face
nightmares to humanities
and morally disgraced
Tonight is filled with rage
violence in the air
children bred with ruthlessness​
because no one at home cares
Tonight I lay my head down
but the pressure never stops
knawing at my sanity
content when I am dropped
But tomorrow I see change
a chance to build a new
built on spirit intent of heart
and ideals built on truth
And tomorrow I wake with second wind
and strong because of pride
to know i fought with all my heart
to keep my dream alive.

Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form,
I cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by,
Than to stop and see what makes one cry.
So painful and sad
And sometimes...​.
I cry
and no one cares about why.