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.
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