The Hard Way
I pray each and every day
From GOD I try not to stray
Through this week things have gone so bad
Lost a beloved uncle, which is so sad
Said a proper goodbye and buried a good man
But things in my own family have hit the fan
My son messed up, getting involved with the cops
Something I had no control over and could not stop
He was suppose to come straight home from school
Not getting himself ticketed, nor being a fool
Now I’m the bad guy, his excuses I do not buy
I know deep down inside he’s telling a lie
He won’t admit what he did
Is mad at me for the truth I have not hid
My husband and I have not been together on this as one
I feel I am a prisoner, being held with a gun
Right now I’m in so much pain
Feeling that my efforts are all in vain
Not allowing his wrongs, to make my mind spin
Doing my best to not let the Devil win
One day he’ll realize I only have his best interests at heart
Until then I won’t give up, I have to continue to do my part
To not allow him to stray
Even if I have to do it the hard way.
Copyright © Antoinette Mcdonald | Year Posted 2008
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