Heart of a Broken Daughter

Miserable was the word I was so disheartened That I thought I wasn't her ward I tightened my face So that the river in my eyes would not flow And the pain I feel inside will not show She curse me everyday yet, I don't know the cause I ask, What is my offence? That I may give my defence, Where have I go wrong? That makes her unravel what is in her tongue Oh! How I wish! How I wish I know the one that makes me his world, I would have long be gone Before she say another word A word capable of making me think Thinking of the unthinkable Sitting in front of the table, I told my creator To tear me away from her I no longer want to be in her presence Her presence present me with tension Although I pay attention To her every action I refuse to follow her ways Her ways her hails Capable of making me wail This is my promise I pray I don't miss it I must rise So high Higher than I ask for 100 billion will be the least amount I will send to her account So that she will realize Her curse her mere words with no backing!