Broken Soul

The way he speaks to me, just kills my soul in every possible way Sometimes I just want to rip my own heart out, and throw it in the fire For the way, a son speaks to his mother truly crashes broken glass The way he doesn’t know me by now, only shows he will never know me His mind only acts like a child, while his words speak like an untrained beast It makes the heat from my blood, boil into flames My tears can no longer down power, only wish on a star That my son will liquefy all this anger he carries inside For it’s only a different person I see day by day As I sit and pray everyday