Broken Home
Broken homes are shelter
for growing broken things
and she’s gonna give her babies better
in spite of the fear it brings
She grew up feeling so unworthy
utterly forsaken by her father
and a little too grateful for the attention
of any who would bother.
She made herself such promises
her own kids would have it better
When she made a home she’d keep it
and she kept the first man who let her
She was so in love with love
she never thought she’d sober
But then somewhere in the suburbs
she learned the honeymoon was over
She never could do good enough
and he was quick to let her know
Yet, in spite of all their loneliness
he could not let her go
And she was sure he was right
even though it felt all wrong
hobbled by her broken vows
she surrendered to belong
She tried to hold it together
closing a heart that should be open
falling through the cracks she sees
there’s more than one way to be broken
Broken homes are shelter
for growing broken things
and she’s gonna give her babies better
in spite of the fear it brings
April 15, 2009
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