I lost my mum when I was three,
People said that it meant I was free
but why should I want to go
away from everything I know?
I took a step towards your hand
reaching grasping like something grand
would wait for me beyond these walls
while my mother yells and calls.
Can't you see that this all means
she wants me, the little girl with her genes.
I have to stay so why do you constantly pull
me away from a life that is so full
of love and care, the beauty of life.
Then suddenly she draws a knife.
Give her back, she yells,
before I leave you as empty shells.
The fear of blood that would be spilled
makes you release my hand, my mother is thrilled.
I'm back in her arms, hers again at last,
a few years later though... I lie among the grass.