Pantoum: Dear Mother
Whatever I am, You made
With Your blood, and Your flesh, and Your words
Whatever I am, I can still be saved
No matter how much it hurts
With Your blood, and Your flesh, and Your words
You created whatever I have become
No matter how much it hurts
I know that I can overcome
You created whatever I have become
With Your decisions, Your actions, Your mistakes
I know that I can overcome
No matter how much of me You break
With Your decisions, Your actions, Your mistakes
I have been beaten till I cannot breathe
No matter how much of me You break
Mother, You could never never make me concede
I have been beaten till I cannot breathe
But never has my resolve ever wavered
Mother, You could never make me concede
A fact I shall forever savor
But never has my resolve ever wavered
Whatever I am, I can still be saved
A fact I shall forever savor
Whatever I am, You made
