Looks on Life- The Story from Our Side.

Here's a story that I think of when I think of you.                                                       About a woman we once knew.                                                                                                     When she grew we stomped her dreams.                                                                        She always thought she was selfish with low self-esteem.                                                                                                     We beat her down with all our things.                                                                       We told her she would never amount to anything.                                                             We pushed her away to wear his ring.                                                                        We always mistreated the poor little thing.                                                                 She did have a dream- she wanted to paint everything.                                                        She was living with a horrible human being.                                                                 He would never teach her anything.                                                                        Made her believe he was her everything.                                                                   Then he planted his seed, but wouldn't help her make it grow.                                                 Instead of loving her, he wanted to go.                                                                    And when he did it hurt her so,                                                                             to see her unloving husband go.                                                                             He didn't go far, just right down the hall                                                                  to lay with a babybooming star.                                                                           This poor little flower we saw as a weed,                                                                  had the strength that nobody could see.                                                                      She went through things we wouldn't wish on our worst enemies.                                             She always believed and grabbed life by the sleeves,                                                      made her babies believe, she would never leave,                                                           gave them the strength to succeed. She would always feed her seeds,                                       when she couldn't even water herself,                                                                 wondered why she wasn't worth their help?                                                                  She always felt the happiest that she wanted her babies to be,                                                she made her babies see the way she believed they should always see                                     life's true realities, to help us to be the things her mother never helped her to be.                        I always remember her promising me, she would always stand by me,                                      whether good or bad for me, she would never abandon me,                                                 always believe in me, show me the hidden me,                                                               the one only mommy and me can see.                                                                          So when you tell me I'm just like my mother, I hold my head high. I knew that one day I would be the sweetest little twinkle in my mother's big green eyes. No sad cries over here, I will always hold my mother dear. I will always be on her side because she never left mine. So always love your mother till the end of time.