Money makes the world go round, right?
And all I can do is pray,
that that brave face
don’t fade away,
we’ve lost one too many
in the form of another,
who’s the pressure on now,
to hold us together?
They say parenting’s the hardest job of all,
but who’s there to help
when you can see them fall.
Three years too long
what use is a song?
Your pain strips my soul
but gives me strength
I need, to go on.
Two hearts of pure gold;
battered, twisted and stole.
A mess of emotion here for the eye,
there’s too much left to try and hide.
But I see past the torture,
I see what’s left inside.
And pray those two,
could only see it too.
To perhaps give to them
what it’s given to me,
and give them strength, to pull through too.
(2013)
