From the day I was born, I was your troubled child. I laughed when it hurt and cried when I shoulda been smiling. I'm a fighter not a lover, but you know that better than me. Our scars are the same, so let's blame those monster's we see.
But I still feel the same when you're holding me next to your heart. Mama, I'll take the blame if it means you won't cry anymore. With all of our scars only you make the craziness stop, your right next to God, Mama, when you're holding me, knowing I'm close to your heart.
With 3 boys to raise and Daddy away at the war. I gave you hell, saved by the belt that you wore. I ran away more than that dog we just couldnt train. But it's you I hear crying, dying there calling my name.
Love is deaf as well as blind. We can be pretty effin mean, sometimes. But thru it all, you hold me still,
'Cause I still feel the same when you're holding me next to your heart. Mama, no ones to blame, it doesnt have to rain, anymore. With all of our scars only you make the craziness stop, your second to God. Mama, when you're consoling me, holding me close to your heart.
Write on, Man, Michael W. Brown, f.k.a. "bluesriff"
"The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others." Mahatma Gandhi