City

Growing up In thee City, living with a
Family only a Mother, putting food on table Daddy decided,
He could no longer work living In thee City, with four Girls and two Boys
No shame If you could only look the things that I saw right before Your eyes,
Imagine a Father with leaving our home, and never too return
Didn't even give a poem what His Children noctice Mother would
Work all kinds of Jods making sure that Her Family, would
Never part growing up In thee City, was difficult grace but we all
Strived to graduate at the top of our score we finished, still
It wasn't enough Mother gave us a chance at a College, four Years tough now
I think for a moment, and try to relate while growing up In the City,
You definitely need Mother always did Her best that She could
Providing a loving sweet home while growing up In thee City.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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