I wrote this in April 2007, it was for a music class we had to write out a song. The teacher is actually putting it to music. But I wrote this for my kids.
Tears running down their faces,
while they wonder where there place is
They wait at home, for a letter or call,
and getting nothing at all.
Two young children feeling so lost,
and alone.
Their father left to wonder on
leaving his children behind
I pick up the pieces:
wiping up the tears
I pick up the pieces:
to face all their fears
I pick up the pieces;
I'm ready to fight
Instead I just hold them tight
He say's he loves them
they are his world
He say's he misses them
they are his heart
But he has moved on, new children in his life
making it easy for him to part.
I pick up the pieces:
I hold them tight
I pick up the pieces:
Since I am their mother
I will never leave their side.
while their father will always hide.
