Like Her Mum

She's just like her mum Her dad did say, As we sat and spoke for a bit. So sad are the things That she has done to you, In my heart there is another candle unlit. My poor little lassie She has done it again That son, is why that I am crying, As what she has done to you Was also done to me before, And I too, felt like dying. Her Mum whom I loved With all of my heart Did to me the very same things. She went behind my back More than once in our life Then forgot about me and our rings. All these excuses that she gave And all the times that she lied Finally came, and caught up with her. Now she walks in her shame From day unto day, Never knowing what has, occurred. But my poor young lassie I pity her so And the life that she is trying to live, She will blame all of her faults On her Mum and maybe even me And now probably you, I do believe. Inside of my own heart As to me, her dad did speak There are many candles that are unlit, From the sadness that she caused And the pain that she had dealt My heart has became an empty pit. And sadly I know one day And it will be because of my Lassie The candles will be gone, and I will had cried, And this you will know my son When my light and sunshine are gone Of course so will I, as I will had died. She is just like her Mum Again her dad did say As we had just finished our talk, I can see it in her eyes And I hear it when she speaks I can even see it in her walk. I feel so very sorry for you What you have seen and what you have felt Of all the wickedness my Lassie has done, But sadly you are not the first And you will not be the last, As She is, just like Her Mum. Randy L. McClave