As a child she was taught with anger
As a teenager she flirted with danger
She learned that hate was love
Weapons, fist and feet, these were the tools of lovers
One day it was her turn to be the mother
Did she have the strength?
Does she have the power?
To turn the page and begin anew at this hour?
As she held the tiny life that had grown inside her
A vow was made
This child would learn love not hate
To suffer would never be this child's fate
As a new cycle has begun, now this story is done