Another One of Your Failures

[halobeam]

You can’t touch the heart I hold,
there’s nothing that will make it cold.
I've been lucky enough, not to meet you,
but you’ve been in my home.

I work endless hours against your poison
which you try to dish out to my children
Nothing keeps my life more worthwhile
than raising loving kids.

The fears they face are about their peers,
their good hair days and boo-boo tears.
They do know that you exist,
but look forward to your leaving.

They are little scientists, who want to help things grow,
they love to nurture, be kind to every soul.
Once you are gone and have grown old,
they will have undone your damage.

They won’t be bitter, they’ll stand proud,
they’ll say their freedom feelings right out loud!
and I’ll have done what good Christians do,
I’ll have helped them feel sorry for you.

You can’t touch the heart I hold,
there’s nothing that will make it cold.
As for my children they’ll always know,
what the right things are to grow.