She opens her eyes on a cold bed
The walls around painted in white
A picture hanging on the right of a little boy smiling bright
A grilled window lets the sunshine in
Trying in vain to erase the darkness in her life
She looks at the calendar on the stand
And stops the tears from finding its way out
If she could just hear the sound of her boy
And tell him she could still bake his birth day cake tonight.
The morning seems unwelcoming and the nights dark n long
A bruised heart stamped and stabbed yet crammed with hope
She walks slowly carrying the burden of a secret stone
Quivering in between, wishing for her only support to take her back
She walks bare foot on the green grass
But why was everything she saw having the glint of black
She sees a girl in the distant
Twirling around with her baby in her hand
Flashback haunts, and it’s more than she could withstand.
What wrong had she done
Had she ever left him stranded in the streets alone?
Had she ever left his hands and left him under the wings of doom?
It’s true that some questions have no answer.
She looks at the gate yet one more time
They said it had changed into a daily worship
Eyes vacant with tears but filled with hope
That her boy might take her back