Empty cradle
Empty arms fold into themselves carrying nothing but a
regret that was promised to save a life, to give him a chance. Arms, folding
around a hollow shell of a person living a hell that she created for herself.
Doing what she thought was right, she gave up the fight too quick and lives
with the reminder of her failure.
Hearing his cries in the middle of the night she wakes to a
reality that is only lies. Blue walls with little boy toys, denim overalls and
cooing baby noise fade into the darkness of an empty room. An image that could
saver her dissipates as he sleeps in an empty cradle?
And I see as I leave
I
turn my back on the
pain
that your name isn’t
mine
and I lacked the
strength
to do what was right.
And it shows as I go that
you
are better off not
knowing
my name, ‘cuz it
stains
the very string of
life
I can’t heal the pain
inside your heart when there is nothing left of my own. With all my sins
exposed you are safer to never know me. Maybe when you are grown you will
understand the sacrifice made so you could be, so you could see, the world for
what it really was.
And you will never hear the hurt in ever tear that fell from
my eyes when you were never near for me to hold. Behind the perfect guise a
terrible story hides that no one was ever told. Please baby know that I
never wanted to go and leave you in her arms as her son when you were mine.
But I see as I leave
I
turn my back on the
pain
that your name isn’t
mine
and I lacked the
strength
to do what was right.
Now it shows as I go
that you
are better off not
knowing
my name, ‘cuz it
stains
the very strain of
life
that I gave to you.
I cant do over the mistake I made when I walked away. I
carry a hate that I would have betrayed you because they gave you what I could
only take away. And as I go I want you to know this was the only way I could
show that the only thing I knew was to do right by you.
So I see as I leave I
turn my back on the
pain
that your name isn’t
mine
and I lacked the
strength
to do what was right.
It shows as I go that
you
are better off not
knowing
my name, ‘cuz it
stains
the very strain of
life
that I gave to you.
