• Broken heart and broken tears,
    you make me cry these pains and fears,
    never again should i call your name,
    I bury my head, full of shame,
    I never thought it'd be this hard,
    but now i know my heart i must guard,
    I sluggishly walk down this lonesome street,
    As I write bravely on this sheet,
    No longer shy, I show how I feel,
    I pick by faith and spin the wheel,
    Step by step I regain my nerve,
    And from this path I will not swerve,
    You should feel my hurt, my pain, my wrath,
    But this is the way it choose, my path,
    I still do cry at night in bed,
    But I will not hold this over your head,
    I no longer live how you say,
    I pick my life, live my own way,
    I thank you for giving me independece,
    That I will teach to my descendants.