On the Solo

She sits alone on her bed
With a million things going through her head
Like the ever constant question
"Do they love me as much as I do them?"

So many things upon her
Time ago forgotten the few past sir
Only a perverbial sin
Sometimes old enemies sometimes old friends

But she walks on, head held high
For her offspring forever will draw nigh
And she loves them more than they know
They're blessed to have their mom on the solo

There's a gift given by each
And she loves each given gift equally
They are given a gift in her
Sometimes they miss the love shield they're under

She's given more than they know
Her love she didn't have to show
Do they see what she's given
Or are they missing this gift from Heaven

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