My Mother

God gave my mum best of both worlds Heaven and hell and that's why since she left, we her kids are confused for we want to go to heaven But hellish thoughts keep us from flying That's why I struggle most days Because I'm still finding a balance of both worlds Cause I be trying to do good all the time But in turn the world repays me with the bad Sometimes I'd seat all alone and wonder, what if she were here, would I still struggle Or she'd be fighting some unseen battles for me Cause she never slept without prayer And ever since she left its been one storm after another It feels like our only chain holding both worlds at bay Broke and is somewhere in heaven That's why hell is now onto us God gave my mum best of both worlds And she made the best out of both Hopefully we too will find that much needed balance Cause at the moment it feels like we breaking in between them The PO£T