She’s standing in the kitchen, her new life begun,Her husband’s holding groceries, reading one by one.He asks her, “What’s the plan? How do we get this right?How did you manage as a kid to make it through the night?”
And she freezes for a moment, a memory breaks through—Her mama’s voice comes flooding back, repeating what she knew: “Hold on, just wait, we should read the ingredients.
What’s in this might make you sick.”
(Chorus)
But why didn’t they just tell her? Why hide the truth away? “Check the ingredients,” was all they’d ever say, But the silence carried weight.
Looking back now, it’s easy to see, They thought they were helping, but they planted the seeds
Of questions unanswered, of fear she still keeps,
Why didn’t they trust her to be who she needs?
(Verse 2)
He listens as she tells him of parties from her past, Where every slice of birthday cake came with a nervous glance. “They whispered in the corner, ‘Can she have this or not?’ But no one ever told me what it was I’d really got.”
She says, “I learned to read the labels, to ask before I eat, But I spent my childhood wondering what monsters I’d meet. Was it fear that made them quiet, afraid of my tears? Or was it easier to leave me in the dark all those years?”
(Chorus)
Why didn’t they just tell her? Why hide the truth away? “Check the ingredients,” was all they’d ever say, But the silence carried weight. Looking back now, it’s easy to see, They thought they were helping, but they planted the seeds Of questions unanswered, of fear she still keeps,
Why didn’t they trust her to be who she needs?
(Bridge)
The husband holds her hand, his voice is soft and kind, “How did you live with so much left undefined? They taught you to fear, but they didn’t explain, Yet you’ve carried this weight without placing the blame.”
She smiles through her tears, his love steady and strong, For the first time in years, she doesn’t feel wrong. “I made it this far, and I’ve found my way, But sometimes I wonder what they were afraid to tell
A few years later, they’re standing in the living room, She holds a baby in her arms, wrapped up in blue. The diagnosis comes, her husband reads it all, Their son’s allergic to the world, just like she was small.
She clutches him tighter, her heart starts to ache, But this time she knows the choices she’ll make. She thinks to herself, “He’ll never go through What I did, not knowing what was true.”
“I’ll tell him the reasons, I’ll show him the way,
I’ll teach him he’s stronger, no matter what they say. He’ll know every answer, no questions to keep, He’ll grow up with courage, not fear underneath.” She stands in the living room, her baby held tight, Her story rewritten, her future alight. The past may still linger, but she’s breaking through, For her son, for herself-she’ll show what love can do.
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