There’s a place in time I always go back to
A bedroom in the home I slept
Where I prayed for love, and I begged you
To stop the cycle you beat me as I wept
You broke the eggs upon whose shells I walked
I hung on your every word, obeyed your every rule
You praised me vehemently though you never talked
The bruises, scars, forced to change my school
One second you were evil; the next, you were fine
I cherished your love unlike any other
You’d move with care and turn on a dime
Nothing a daughter should see in her mother
Mike Writes 