Alone again tonight as I turn off the light

No one to tell me “everything’s going to be alright”

It’s seems years and years, a shed load of tears,

have literally been salted away.

I can’t remember the day someone said

“everything is going to be be alright”

 

When I was a boy, I had no toys as such

 ‘cos we didn’t have much, no we had sod all,

but if I tripped over or took a fall, Mum would say

“don’t worry son, everything is going to be alright”

 

Then when I got older, the blame I had to shoulder,

the roles were reversed and I held the strings to Mums purse

She was depressed and then when she got worse

I said “don’t worry Mum everything is going to be alright”

 

As the years have rolled on and I’ve worried a ton

I could always rely on the one who I love,

when things seemed dark in my sky up above, to say,

“don’t worry love everything is going to be alright”

 

But now that’s all gone, role reversal again,

like it was with my Mum, and the storms have come in

and obliterated the sun, I’ve had to take over the primary care she would be so lost if I wasn’t there, but like I said earlier It's now a forlorn prayer, and no one is there just to say “everything is going to be alright”.

The Urban Poet 2020