There was this husband of that wife,
The man who promised her a provided better life,
Turns out his words was a dagger, and became her knife
That been pierced and shattered my Mom's life.

She, my Mom, was the wife of that husband,
The women who repeats the I do's in time of thousands
If he knew how his wife became that so much bland
When all her dreams in life, so left hanged.

I, I, I am the daughter of the marriage couples
The one who always sees the family' troubles
They don't know that I am facing struggles,
That make every part of my body stumbles.

If you asked, we are five in the part of the family
That living in the world, is it truly that happily?
Oh, please, don't wake me up yet on the reality
I was afraid, because I'm still hiding in the facade of our tragedy.
© mixaiel