I woke up with a start this morning, no good morning,
no Hello's, just the sound of two children out of control.
A three year old with a mind of his own,
whose words dig deeper,
it's like a sinking stone, this thing, my heart.
It's breaking each day, as I watch my grip on reality break away.
The chill in the air, makes my body shiver,
My mind is on what I have to deliver.
A job, a home, a life that's so good.
So I can prove to myself, what is right.
I watch as they play, as they wrestle and fight.
I hear the crying, the bitching, the lowdown, no good skeeming
And I wonder, where do I belong?
My heart it is bitter, My mind is raging made.
It's like wild waters, breaking from the land.
Disturbed, I feel as my heart beats this beat.
The constant tears, they don't seem to peak.
It's a mountain I climb each day of my life.
From early morning, to late at night.
When will it be my turn to dance?
To Stand and Deliver,
that one special chance?
The things that keep me going everyday of my life,
Don't wake me with hugs and good morning sunshine.