Hard work no pay
All work no play
He can go, they need me, I'll stay
Although they deserve better than living this way
zombie walking with no rest
But they deserve my very best
Suffering innocent head on my chest
We don't need him, Mommy will take care of his mess
You're still Mommy's most precious gift
Your tears I'll weep
Your head I'll lift
Your hand I'll hold
Your pain I'll feel
Your void I'll fill
Your heart I'll heal
Don't feel like his burden
Or that you've gone without
If he can't feel the joy you bring
It's not you but him missing out.