A Mothers Cry

I see a young mother, crying out for help, maybe she is to blame, at a young age she brought her mother shame. I see a young mother begging on the streets holding a baby as she sleeps all she can do is weep Her feelings run deep. I see a young mother, trying to survive to keep her and the child alive going form door to door, sometimes sleeping on the floor,is that the price For being poor? Can she take it anymore' I see a mother, a young mother, picking Herself up, going back to school, no more Being a fool, letting no one use and abuse Her, common sense prevail, she is on her Way to be an outstanding citizen again.