Elbow deep in crap and piss.
Climbing over mountains of diapers.
Covered head to toe in puked-up milk.
Meanwhile my brain feels like a bomb.
Asking myself what am I doing this for?
Day in and day out with panic.
Sweating and bleeding.
All for just some food and heat.
Chasing imaginary monsters from the closet.
Playing the knight in shining armor.
Asking myself what is it all for?
Night in and night out with fear.
Chasing away the boys with threats.
Fearing for my little girl's safety.
Staying up countless nights.
Along with spending money to send her to school.
Again for what reason am I doing this?
Always having her on my mind.
Holding my grandchildren with gentle care.
While I watch my little girl feel the way I still do.
Again I ask myself Why?
The only reason I can come up with is simple : Love.