Survivor

Woke up this morning and all the halls were silent

The silence is so deafening you could barely think.

No angry shouts to wake the kids;

No shattered hope or broken dreams.

 

Momma’s on the front porch the tears pouring down her face

Papa’s truck is rolling away

And little Anna’s tucked next to him.

The family page has finally torn.

 

But what my daddy did was for the best.

Because mama wasn’t of the best,

She’d scream and shout horrible things

Blaming them for the turmoil she’d caused herself.

 

Now fifteen years and here I am looking at those silent halls.

Waking up today in a familiar place,

But only noticing that one thing.

I was a survivor of demented times.

 

Momma had finally lost her mind

Now all she did was look outside

And watch the birds.

Fly away, away from home.

 

A survivor through and through’

Was what my daddy said

But I’m not so sure it’s really true.

 

The only one that truly survived,

Was tucked against his side that day.

Little Anna’s a survivor, it was never me.