I have to let my thoughts flow onto the page so here it goes, a curious story I have that no one knows,
Martha my dear, my grandmother's song
I plan to show her when days grow too long
My grandfather aching and crying in pain
Does he deserve this state of disdain?
After all, the man cheated on his wife
Whom he'd claimed she owed her life.
He supported her, yes, but to what extent?
How many times can a person be bent?
Perhaps he doesn't know better, it's how he is
My excuses are pathetic but so are his.
Growing up tough can alter the mind
Causing hatred of every kind
To flourish and thrive when times get hard
Inflicting loved ones whose hearts have been marred.
Maybe I don't know the whole story
I don't know what happened in all of its "glory"
But I can see from just a glance
That this woman never had a chance
To say how she felt, it was against the law
So her thoughts grew trapped, and started to gnaw
On that soft interior, which began to harden
Into a tough shell, which she'll never pardon.
Martha, my love, why had you never ran?
What kept you from going to the promised land?
