Its Called Life

I thought I was brave I thought I was strong I thought I could make it, in this world on my own I blocked the pain somehow, for I had little ones looking to me they needed to be secure and I did my best with a bright smile, even though the years of pain my mother saw upon me..... Somehow I was robbed, He had me believing no one would ever want me I could do nothing by myself a controlling measure His voice, nearly 20 years later is still appauling to me It robbed me of trusting anyone at all I once thought Then to my surprise there was someone that wanted what was left of me that shy, sweet girl so hidden by faded beauty until he carressed my hand He told me he would always try to understand and I deserved to be gently cared for, as he again stroked my hand The tears began at the corners of my eyes He smiled gently, as if he had already known me I don't know how to go about saying, that I only have the courage to trust one more time so heres the bits and pieces, the rest was stolen so violently all of those years ago its a montage of memories of bitter and sweet in this city, its called LIFE