I set eyes on my own blood but it\'s as though I\'m looking at a stranger
Why is this Middle Aged man calling himself my father?
The only father I\'ve ever known is my broken hearted mother
Picking up all the pieces when our family was shattered

Torn hearts, teary eyes is all she sees
Falling to her knees hoping God would hear her plea
She doesn\'t know how she became a part of this tragedy
Praying these obstacles wont turn her to insanity

Who do you call in times of need?
The father feels no love towards his seed
A single mother on her own, four mouths to feed
She\'s stuck in a world that only knows of greed