| How do you find the strength to pick yourself up, to carry on?
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| To look that boy in the eyes, day after day, and say «Everything is okay»?
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| How do you come back to a place where there once was peace? |
| Where there was joy
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| in family?
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| But with him gone, it just brings her to her knees
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| She had nowhere to run, from her situation
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| One half of the whole now gone, she was left to raise her sons all alone
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| Without any time to grieve, she just rolled up her sleeves
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| (All alone) she stayed strong, she picked up, she moved on
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| She always came back
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| Her broken heart for her broken home
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| Dark was the day, followed by night
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| Those tired legs dragged in with restless eyes
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| Forced to fight for survival, she found a way to provide
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| She worked two jobs, and sold her rings to the pawn shop. |
| Ambushed by fear,
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| she was in the corner
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| But she stood her ground, she couldn’t retreat any further
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| She became like the dove
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| She was the dove that brought the Olive Branch
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| Searching for a place that she could rest
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| She was the hope for tomorrow
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| She cried, «Our Father, who art in Heaven, give us the strength to live today.
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| God, help us carry on.» |