Life is confusing , mine at times unkind The family's fighting , listen to the screams. The 4 WALLS hear it, and never seem to mind. The walls listen when I'm alone, hearing all my dreams.
The times I spend alone , trying to understand. All I do is remember the good times I recall. Reflecting alone with a teddy in my hand. Sitting amid friendly walls , walls that heard it all.
A family that loves me , even when we fight. Children growing so fast we can't sit and talk. A husband who comes home late every night. Never a moment to hold hands or walk. So within 4 WALLS is where I stay. A MOTHER'S LAMENT to her dying day.
Bonnie J. Hollywood-Cutts copyrighted 1996 & 200
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