The Repeating Cycle Poem by Lance Carthen

She cries and cries, everyday.
About her past, about her pain.
Life owes her, she just knows.
And until that day, she will carry on.

Her babies eyes fill with tears.
A little boy and girl so sad.
They have no mom to share their life.
Their too worried about making her mad.

She was a rose.
Pulled from the roots.
Someone plucked her petals.
Her hearts in a noose.

Little children cry on a lonely night.
While thier moms alone debating her life.
Momma screams, shes on her knees.
The children cry, the cycle repeats.

She swore she'd never do the things her mom used to do.
She would raise her own children the way your supposed too.
She would love them, kiss them, hold them tight.
But tonight they sit alone in their room and cry.

The cycle repeats, the children grow.
Promises will be made.
But will the day come as they grow old,
That lies will take their place.

And the cycle repeats...
The children grow...
One day they pray...
The cycle will be broke...