When Hell And High Water Comes Poem by Mark Heathcote

When hell and high water comes don't hold fear
Tell me, my dear, how will we steer
See I placed all my faith in store
Cross-eyed in you and forswore
I'd love you, you and no other
I thought you would be my buffer
But how wrong was I to trust you
When hell and high water came
Didn't you wish me adieu
Its goodbye my love, I've enough of you.
It was good while it lasted in the fog,
But now you're sober and I'm still drunk
It's over; you can no longer be a patriarch
I won't sail or sink in Noah's ark
I won't follow you two by two
But you can still give me all your revenue
And I won't call you too much
Because in my eyes you're still the hub
Your apart of this family, honestly
But the house is mine
The children they're all mine
No, you can't have joint or sole custody
Cause when hell and high water comes
I'm their mother.