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To raise her sons and face each coming day.
A girl herself, she learned as she would go,
Planting seeds where only weeds would grow.
​She knows the shadows that she left behind,
The old regrets that occupy her mind.
She’s spent the years trying to make it right,
To turn her darkest wrongs into the light.
​But every day she tries to mend the tear,
He brings the ghosts of every passing year.
No matter how she builds, he pulls it down,
To keep her head beneath the things she’d drown.
​He holds the past like stones within his hand,
Refusing all the goodness she has planned.
She gave her youth to build a life for him,
But he keeps the lamps of mercy low and dim.

Country sad, rock