She's got a rough patch on her hands
From a rough patch on her heart
Another tear on her cheek
When she cries herself to sleep at night
There's a hole in the wall
Caused by a hole in her heart
The mother of a lost child
And it's torn her apart
But with the grace of power
She now stands on two feet
Although inside she is broken
She cannot be beat
Single mother, now of two
She's found the will to stand strong
But, like anyone else, still she has her days
When everything goes wrong
She finds that strength again
And blows a little kiss
To her angle up above
A son who is surely missed
Dedicated to my aunt and her son, Michael. Everyone wants to leave their mark on the world, and that's what he did. Maybe not the whole world, but his world for certain.
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
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