The happy place I ones called home
that happy place just is no more.
I look around and try to find at
least one spot I can call mine.

The love I have comes from my kids
and the lord all mighty who gives me strength
as for my husband my other half he's the reason I
want to pass.

He makes my days so dark and grey I wish he'd go
real far away.

Its been some years he's strayed away from the love
of god in every way now his days are filled with hate
drugs and alcohol are on his plate. The drugs have
changed what once was good the love and beauty that
in his heart stood.

All I want is things to change to take the children
and go away to a beautiful place I can call home
live my years and achieve my goals.

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