I revised this poem in honor of The Addict's Mom site:)
Somebody’s Mother
Somebody’s mother is crying,
Fearing her daughter/son is dying.
Dreading the next phone call
Drugs may have ended of it all.
A beautiful life is no more
Cocaine, pills and alcohol opened the door,
Each time led to one time more,
Innocence, can you be restored?
Oh my child, cannot you see?
Your lifestyle affects more than me?
You try to cover your pain,
But it keeps recurring again.
There is another way out,
Oh yes, it makes me want to shout,
A savior to redeem the sin,
Who can make you feel clean again,
He can make all things new,
He loves and is waiting for you.
He gives you a chance for new life
He knows you are sick of the strife,
Of living in this Hell on earth,
He came that you would find true worth.
He sees not as others see,
He remembers the sweet little child,
Who made her mother’s heart whirl,
The songs you sang even in night
“Some day it’s gonna be all right.”
So don’t make her cry any more,
Turn and walk through a new door,
To wholeness, happiness and more,
You can reach a new level, I know
Today
Donna Collins Tinsley copyright 2002 7/11/02
9/6/11 revised version
Somebody’s Mother
Somebody’s mother is crying,
Fearing her daughter/son is dying.
Dreading the next phone call
Drugs may have ended of it all.
A beautiful life is no more
Cocaine, pills and alcohol opened the door,
Each time led to one time more,
Innocence, can you be restored?
Oh my child, cannot you see?
Your lifestyle affects more than me?
You try to cover your pain,
But it keeps recurring again.
There is another way out,
Oh yes, it makes me want to shout,
A savior to redeem the sin,
Who can make you feel clean again,
He can make all things new,
He loves and is waiting for you.
He gives you a chance for new life
He knows you are sick of the strife,
Of living in this Hell on earth,
He came that you would find true worth.
He sees not as others see,
He remembers the sweet little child,
Who made her mother’s heart whirl,
The songs you sang even in night
“Some day it’s gonna be all right.”
So don’t make her cry any more,
Turn and walk through a new door,
To wholeness, happiness and more,
You can reach a new level, I know
Today
Donna Collins Tinsley copyright 2002 7/11/02
9/6/11 revised version