My Mother
God gave my mum best of both worlds
Heaven and hell and that's why since she left,
we her kids are confused for we want to go to heaven
But hellish thoughts keep us from flying
That's why I struggle most days
Because I'm still finding a balance of both worlds
Cause I be trying to do good all the time
But in turn the world repays me with the bad
Sometimes I'd seat all alone and wonder,
what if she were here, would I still struggle
Or she'd be fighting some unseen battles for me
Cause she never slept without prayer
And ever since she left its been one storm after another
It feels like our only chain holding both worlds at bay
Broke and is somewhere in heaven
That's why hell is now onto us
God gave my mum best of both worlds
And she made the best out of both
Hopefully we too will find that much needed balance
Cause at the moment it feels like we breaking in between them
The PO£T
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