What Do I Tell the Children.

 

I am a man I must accept the pain.

Another love I have lost again.

I freely gave you, my heart.

You happily tore it apart.

 

We welcomed you into our family.

Thinking we would all live quite happily.

Engaged you in my children's lives.

Believed all you're conceited lies.

 

You left us sitting on our own.

Just sadness and regret in my head.

Tell me what do I tell the children.

Tonight, when I put them to bed.

 

They wanted their father to themselves.

Since their mother had sadly passed.

They were shocked, confused and in need of a lot of help.

It was a big deal for them to start to trust.

 

You use their vulnerability to get to me.

Pretending with your game of playing happy families.

They we're not looking for replacement mum.

You convince them you could be the one.

 

You left us sitting on our own.

Just sadness in regrets in my head.

Tell me what do I tell the children.

Tonight, when I put them to bed.

 

Playing with their emotions in their hour of need.

Taking full advantage of their ongoing grief.

Making them believe you loved and cared for them.

That you would always be there on that they can depend.

 

Then when you had had your fill and finish the game.

You leave them heartbroken all over again.

It's left to me to break the news to them.

You still expect us to be forgiving.

 

When I hold them in my arms.

What do I tell the children.

When I wipe the tears from their eyes.

What do I tell the children.

When sadness comes flooding back.

What do I tell the children.

How can I heal the pain all over again.

What do I tell the children, answer me that.

Nataiella (2005).