She’s sitting alone, lost in thought, Wearing a mother’s weary look she’s caught. Where did she mess up, where did the fight go? God, fix this broken home, we’re feeling so low.
Hey mom, dad, sis, can you hear me now? I’m calling, trying, believing somehow. Hey mom, dad, dreamer, can’t you see? I’m here, alive, I’m your family tree. I’m your seventh child, born under the sun, When chaos strikes, together, we’ll overcome.
Dad tried to dream, but lost his way, Drowning his sorrows in a bottle each day. A single picture, cracked and out of place, This isn’t how it should end, such a disgrace. Through years of hurt and so many cries, Our blood ties should make us wise. There’s so much left unsaid, in days long gone, Don’t turn away now, let’s keep moving on.
Hey mom, dad, sis, can you hear my voice? I’m pleading, trying, I’m left without a choice. Hey mom, dad, dreamer, can’t you see? I’m here, alive, I’m your family tree. I’m your seventh child, in the modern light, When life hits hard, we’ll stand and fight.
Have faith, believe in the love that’s real, Despite the pain, our hearts can heal. Don’t you know, I’m here, breathing for you, I’m your seventh child, and my love is true. When the storm comes, we’ll face it, hand in hand, Believe, have faith, together we’ll withstand.
E.P. Robles | Poetry 