I can't stand to see mom cry
About money issues.
It sees to be useless for her to cry,
It don't put bread on the table,
But rather, a jerk in my heart.
It hurts, always has.
She cries and I can do nothing to help.
I desire to whisk away her problems.
I can do nothing though,
And I am stuck, sitting here,
Listening to her voice wither
From crying, seeing her face
Twist with depression.
Can't help her though, it ain't fair
But she has her health,
Which means nothing because
She'd rather have all her bills paid off…