Cindy walks the market,
Dreams of a love she had, but broke it
Every tear that cascades down her face,
Reconciles with her children’s love,
She holds herself in a tight embrace

How she loves her children more than anything other,
But she ain’t their mother
Left them to face the world all on their own,
While away from reality she runs,
Regrets? She has one

Regret like shadows follow her cry,
She looks up to the skies
And wishes she could run...