I was just a small girl barefoot in the grass

Smiling sweetly with comedic sass

So kind and so warm with eye that burned bright

But i weathered the storms with all of my might.

Tattered and beaten, confidence drowned 

I prayed a champion one day would be crowned. 

I sought him in every face that I knew

But heartbreak and disappoint always ensue.

 

Time doesn't rid the burdens of youth

The cycle repeats, an unyielding truth

Holding my child and hearing him cry 

Lamenting how he just wants to die 

I touch his pain and felt it deep

I was violently awakened out of my sleep.

 

It must end. It must end. It must end. 

 

I cradled my child and I made a vow

That I would figure it out no matter the how 

I wouldn't wash these tears away from his cheek 

I wouldn't have him feel small, worthless or meek. 

I had to be strong and I had to be brave 

I had to resolve;  I could never cave

With war paint, highlighting my eye that burn bright 

I gather an army and prepare for the fight 

My son needs a champion and that I will be 

Because the champion I  needed was always in me.