A mother of four spins the wheel
How long will it take for her pains to heal?
Without a word she drives through this place
But what is her story, is there a poem behind that face?
Depends on the way you tend to see things
What vantage point the day brings
Did someone hurt her in a way that’s unthinkable?
Crimes unclear, such pains unspeakable
Perhaps today just went slower than the rest
Should someone care? Be my guest
To explain that you saw her, from across the road
And wanted to know if things were ok, could you lighten the load?
Even if you asked I doubt she would admit it
For the strong willed sometimes refuse to sit
And take pity from others, instead they keep fighting
Focused more upon the wrongs that they are righting
Her kids can be seen, in the backseat of the car
Young kids and young men, she seems to have come so far
In the passenger side is the father, looking away
His eyes glazed over, not even the sun can sway
The look of death in his stare, where have you been?
Sitting there for years, mired by indecision
And when you are firm in what you think is right
It proves things are all about you, what a blight!
Maybe the father has truly been made a fool
And thinks everything is normal, oh how cruel
That the head of the family, should forget his mistake
A moment that caused more than one heart to break
So as I watch on, I think… who is to blame?
For the way things went in this twisted game
I guess it depends on the vantage point from which one can see
From the outside looking in, it was the father who changed things
But maybe that’s just me.
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