Most days I can get out of bed,
Find something pleasant inside my head,
But then there are days when I want to hide,
From all of pain I have hidden inside,
Yesterday was Mother's Day and I was forgotten,
I've nothing left and what is left is rotten,
I say with conviction that I was a good Mother,
But the way that I'm treated makes my soul shutter,
Where do I go, what relief do I get?
Where is the love, where is the respect?
I raised my children to be loving and kind,
Yet never since the divorce do I ever get mine,
How long can I carry this heavy bag of stones?
How long do I pretend that I'm not alone?
My children don't love me and I don't know why?
They are not bothered by how much I cry,
A young man that isn't even my own,
Remembered to call me on the telephone,
Happy Mother's Day to you, have a nice day,
Words my own children can't even say,
I feel frozen inside a very dark place,
Memories are torment that I can't erase,
If I could just know what I am guilty of,
Then I'd know why there is no longer love,
With a wounded heart is a painful way to live,
Why can't my children find a way to forgive?
Or at least tell me the truth finally,
To release me from my torment and set me free?
Sometimes I hate that I'm as strong as I am,
Giving up on my life is never my plan,
I will remain with my hands on the wheel,
Despite all this misery I constantly feel.