With every kiss you hurt me more,
With every hug the tears fall to the floor,
For the love I had has now gone away,
And it hurts me bad to know I have to stay,
Because if I go I lose my son,
and that would mean that you have won,
for than i would truly die,
do you even need to ask me why?
Because to lose my son would be to lose my life,
And it would be easier to be stabbed with a knife,
I pray one day soon I will not have to grieve,
And I can take my son and finally leave!
