I would be anything for you

But nothing I do is good enough

You raised me to be good and true

But now you tell me parenting is tough

What about those formative years

Did you ever come to my ball games

Fighting back the anger and tears

My heart broken never to be the same

When parents never speak to you

They make a decision that is theirs

Don’t dwell on their loss and views

Pack up and go with little care