A Boy's Tale
A Boy's Tale2 mins 136 2 mins 136
I've seen her cry, and wipe the tears,
I've seen her scared, trembling in fears,
I walk to her, she greets me with a smile,
It feels the worst to see your mother cry.
As a kid, you never know
The voices that argue, Can't they let go?
Parents are the best, they know what's right,
But I can't bear to see them fight.
I close my ears and pretend to sleep,
Force me to believe, it is but a dream.
Runaway! A voice shouts,
But the bruises on her hands don't let me out.
One day I couldn't just let it be,
She won't fight her battle so who will it be?
I told her that I don't want her to cry,
She should leave before he comes back tonight,
A mother isn't as simple as she looks,
The fear of losing was it took,
She stayed put in the name of love,
And endured the pain no one deserves.
I still lay at night, awake in horror,
A kid who couldn't fight for what had mattered.
Some days you wish you'd just not remember,
Anything but her love so tender.
I look back to wish I had shouted for her,
Could have saved her with a little effort.
A word of advice I wish she had known,
The pain and misery that follows,
Do not stay put but face the wrong,
Suffering isn't a solution but misery prolonged,
To save all you love, you must know,
The first person to save is just YOU