How do you find the strength to pick yourself up, to carry on?
To look that boy in the eyes, day after day, and say “Everything is okay”?

How do you come back to a place where there once was peace? Where there was joy in family?
But with him gone, it just brings her to her knees

She had nowhere to run, from her situation
One half of the whole now gone, she was left to raise her sons all alone

Without any time to grieve, she just rolled up her sleeves
(All alone) she stayed strong, she picked up, she moved on
She always came back
Her broken heart for her broken home

Dark was the day, followed by night

Those tired legs dragged in with restless eyes
Forced to fight for survival, she found a way to provide
She worked two jobs, and sold her rings to the pawn shop. Ambushed by fear, she was in the corner
But she stood her ground, she couldn’t retreat any further

She became like the dove
She was the dove that brought the Olive Branch
Searching for a place that she could rest
She was the hope for tomorrow
She cried, “Our Father, who art in Heaven, give us the strength to live today. God, help us carry on.”