Mothers Cry
Day and night I set here all alone,
looking out the window and
waiting by the phone.
I pick up the telephone
it's more bad news.
As soon as I get a bill paid
another one is due.
I wait patiently for someone
to stop by.
When none shows up
I breakdown and cry.
I just want one of
my children to say,
"Hi mom, how are you feeling today?"
Is it me or have I done something wrong?
Is this the reason that all my children stay gone?
What's it going to take to make them realize.
That they are the reason for these tears in my eyes.
It cuts deep like a knife
stuck inside my heart.
That we all have grown
so far and apart.
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