In her early years she have to learn
How to grow up living contained by a war that she call home
Never know just where on earth to turn for shelter from the storm
Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's facade
Everytime my father's fist would put her in her place
Hearing adjectives the yelling I would cry up contained by my room
Hoping it would be over soon
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains indistinguishable
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she give
Every morning that I wake I look stern to yesterday
And I'm OK"
my life is prety much approaching this song
but i dont want to copy it for a project
so can you make something up?
gratefulness alot!
Answers: a man as a general rule owes unbelievably little to what he is born with - a man is what he make of himself” Alexander Graham bell
True strength lies in submission which permit one to dedicate his existence, through devotion, to something beyond himself.” Henry miller
“Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.” Hellen keller
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