But You Never Lost Your Dignity

Cuts and bruises came easily but healing took you until the end of your life cuts and bruises came easily but you were a battered wife without independence, without a life. Pain and anguish were your seasonings his kisses were your salt and pepper as you languished in the chains of your soul but you never lost your dignity and resourcefully; kept your sanity all your life. An ice-cold compress lies across your heart all the time, but you're not repressed you've got your children's best interest to heal you. And you are their hero you are their mom, their nurse, their angel. Their fairy godmother is their best friend too. You are the earth and the moon and stars it's to you where their best prospects rest it's to you they learn it's a mother who makes a nest. But cuts and bruises came easily and healing took you until the end of your life.