No father figure in the house
and Im wonderin' how I'm gonna work it out
oh, my friends keep on tellin' me how I don't need that man
but they don't really understand
there are far too many pressures in reality
but dealing with the pain and stress and poverty
and I gotta be myself because there's nobody else for me
sometimes it takes a different kind of love to raise a child
so don't give up
sometimes it takes a different kind of dream to make you smile
so raise
sometimes we need another helping hand to show the ways
so don't give up
sometimes it seems impossible and that's why we pray
we raise
seems to be nothing left for me mommas gone daddy didnt wanna be and now im all by myself wonderin where is love or
should I just give up
life falls down on me, cuts into my soul but I know I got the strength to make it through it all cause I'm still standin tall
breaking through this wall im gonna give my all
Feelin like a motherless child hate cuts into my soul its bringing me down cant find my smile on a face of a motherless child
I'm gonna break down these walls gonna give it my all ya know
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhh
sometimes it takes a different kind of love to raise a child
so dont give up
sometimes it takes a different kind of dream to make a smile
so raise it up
raise it up
sometimes it takes another helping hand to show you the way
sometimes it seems impossible thats why we pray
so raise it up
1 comment:
dude, is this poem fiction? or do you mean the words here? where are you now? write back soon.
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