She let the things of her past set her up like an explosion of rocks as we tried to keep her bound for as many years like each second ticks off clocks...
None of us every caring just how much we probably tore her apart.
But it's this story... No! Our story she did start.
Far from perfect we was born never knowing that everyone would demand her perfection.
Nevertheless she didn't even try the best she could raising us with her last drop of blood she never gave us her protection.
Four girls she gave birth, life, smiles of emptiness and so much pain.
So many times we had to hide our pain given by who she left us with as we stood in the pouring rain.
Tears hidden, no one sees but our Master, our God.
Strangers use to...