Verse 1
Verse 1 Back in them hallways, cold lights, no sleep, Doctors talking softly while my soul too deep, My son gripping pain with that blade in his hand, And I’m breaking inside tryna still be his stand. Every beep from the monitor sound like doom, Fear sitting heavy, filling up the room, Mama heart shattered but I still stay strong, Even when the nights feel unbearably long. Verse 2 Got scars in my spirit that nobody sees, Fighting silent wars dropping down to my knees, Everybody judging but they don’t know the cost, How it feels loving hard when your child feels lost. Crying in the bathroom so he don’t see tears, Holding all this weight for so many years, Asking God why we keep walking through flames, When I done gave my heart and carried this pain. Verse 3 Dark clouds hovering, anxiety loud, Trying not to crumble while surrounded by crowds, Hospital windows got me staring at rain, Wondering if tomorrow gon’ just hurt the same. His words cut deep when he say that he hates me, But I still tuck him in and pray God saves me, Cause a mother’s love don’t switch off with rage, It just bleeds silently page after page. Verse 4 People say “be strong,” like it’s easy to do, When your whole world shaking and you breaking in two, I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, barely holding my mind, Trying hard to survive while falling behind. But somewhere in the wreckage, a spark still glows, Tiny bit of faith that refuses to go, Even in the darkness I still reach for light, Still whisper “we gon’ make it” every night. Verse 5 I remember little laughs, tiny hands in mine, Before the anger and the chaos intertwined, And I know underneath all the hurt and confusion, There’s still a little boy fighting through the illusion. So I stand in the storm though it’s tearing my chest, Cause giving up on him would destroy what’s left, And maybe healing slow, maybe scars stay wide, But I refuse to let this pain decide. Verse 6 So if you see me tired, just know I still care, Still carrying burdens too heavy to bear, Still waking each morning trying hard not to fall, Still answering love’s heartbreaking call. And maybe one day these shadows gon’ fade, Maybe peace gon’ come from the battles we faced, Till then I keep praying with hope in my hand, A wounded mother still trying to stand.
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Verse 1 Back in them hallways, cold lights, no sleep, Doctors talking softly while my soul too deep, My son gripping pain with that blade in his hand, And I’m breaking inside tryna still be his stand. Every beep from the monitor sound like doom, Fear sitting heavy, filling up the room, Mama heart shattered but I still stay strong, Even when the nights feel unbearably long. Verse 2 Got scars in my spirit that nobody sees, Fighting silent wars dropping down to my knees, Everybody judging but they don’t know the cost, How it feels loving hard when your child feels lost. Crying in the bathroom so he don’t see tears, Holding all this weight for so many years, Asking God why we keep walking through flames, When I done gave my heart and carried this pain. Verse 3 Dark clouds hovering, anxiety loud, Trying not to crumble while surrounded by crowds, Hospital windows got me staring at rain, Wondering if tomorrow gon’ just hurt the same. His words cut deep when he say that he hates me, But I still tuck him in and pray God saves me, Cause a mother’s love don’t switch off with rage, It just bleeds silently page after page. Verse 4 People say “be strong,” like it’s easy to do, When your whole world shaking and you breaking in two, I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, barely holding my mind, Trying hard to survive while falling behind. But somewhere in the wreckage, a spark still glows, Tiny bit of faith that refuses to go, Even in the darkness I still reach for light, Still whisper “we gon’ make it” every night. Verse 5 I remember little laughs, tiny hands in mine, Before the anger and the chaos intertwined, And I know underneath all the hurt and confusion, There’s still a little boy fighting through the illusion. So I stand in the storm though it’s tearing my chest, Cause giving up on him would destroy what’s left, And maybe healing slow, maybe scars stay wide, But I refuse to let this pain decide. Verse 6 So if you see me tired, just know I still care, Still carrying burdens too heavy to bear, Still waking each morning trying hard not to fall, Still answering love’s heartbreaking call. And maybe one day these shadows gon’ fade, Maybe peace gon’ come from the battles we faced, Till then I keep praying with hope in my hand, A wounded mother still trying to stand.
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