We are all mad here

Somewhere wandering off into its distance

Donate a coin or your arteries some will say

Dear, there's no reason to hide what you been through

Your childhood brings out the brightest pathway

We don't understand those that teach

And we reach for those that are weak

But for art thou path is brave enough to keep

When you wonder how to keep going

And your face falls to the ground

Don't you go crying over spilled milk

When your strict mama comes to town

She raised you,

What can you say?

Love your father, brother, and uncle each day

Maybe in the honest way,

Will have your sister bring forgiveness to your door step

Those yester years soon will be long gone

It will be up to you to not allow your history to be over slept.

Whether you grew up in muddy waters

Or with a roof over your head

Please allow that child in you to grow and finally go to bed.