Until my Saviours face I see
My life as child, happy and freeNot a care in the world, as wild as could be
A beautiful teen, witty and kind
heart full of dreams, sharp curious mind
Poverty stricken, family troubles and gloom
Looking for a hero, fell in love by noon
No chance for frolicking, No more room to play,
Already a mommy by before the break of day
Motherhood early lifelong dreams deferred
So many tears from my mother, years pass in a blur
Heart broken and weary, heavy laden and teary
Old age fast approaching, career path surely broken
Lack of stability, normalcy unknown,
No room for peace, not even in my own home
Observing the success of others while I find success as a mother
Trying to hold my head high knowing another winter is nigh
Lowered expectations, unfulfilled dreams
Gifts and talents all wasted, such bitter drink my tongue has tasted
Dreams tossed to the wind never to be considered again
What happened to that child so free and wild?
What happend to that teen with so much promise, so many dreams?
Life dealt a bad hand she was forced to play
Losing hand after losing hand, riches wasted away
Steadfast and strong, I am forced to remain
Dredging through life in misery and disdain
A realist I am, knowing my dreams will never come to be
Never to be truly free until my Saviors face I see
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