Hurt…pain; its all the same
Dreadful nights that ends the same
Swelling cheeks from all the tears
hurting heart love ones not here
Really wish I had a equal chance
For better love and a guided hand!
Raised myself for quite some years.
With child at eighteen best gift from hiM!
For she makes smiles clear from tears.
I lay my soul for her to live;
A life I never had a chance to have
A mothers child, a comfort hand.
For I will give her a equal chance
Of worry free, and what a daughter should enhance.
This post was submitted by Brittany Campbell.