When I was young,
my momma told me,
that I don’t have to be afraid,
but she was wrong;
was she ever wrong.
As I grew up,
wise men told me,
there’s an end to all this pain,
but they were wrong;
were they ever wrong.
It turns out that getting by
is easy only if you try,
but if you dream,
prepare to be
afflicted.
You can pray,
for hope and change,
but you best stay in your lane,
or you’ll start to wish
that you never existed.
Momma, there’s so much to fear
outside the safety of your arms,
but I’m learning to be strong
with every failure.
I’ve been weak
and I’ve been wrong,
but it’s like I can’t go on,
when I realize
time’s doing no more favours.
The pain it fades,
until it stays
and we have far more yesterdays,
that tomorrows
as time winds away our lives.
It’s all just part
of the game,
that goes away
eventually,
the struggle is enough one at a time.
So momma,
please don’t worry,
I’m doing just fine.
Woke up on the right side
of the dirt.
A little fear,
a little hurt,
is such a small price to pay,
for today.
I’m only gonna worry about today.
HG – 2016
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