All those years I’d heard her cry,

And I’d pray and hope that she’d stop,

That she would stop crying,

And continue living her life,

With us by her side.

But it took me too many years,

Of pain and torture, I alone endured,

The walls that I was trapped in,

And the streets that raised me,

To understand why I could no longer,

Tell her that it would be alright,

And instead,

Join her in her weeping.