(Eish...)
Yeah, it’s heavy, but we keep moving.
Asambe.
The lights are low and I’m staring at the wall
My body feels like it’s ready to fall
I’m tired of the noise, tired of the constant fight
I’m losing my strength in the middle of the night
Every bone in me aches, everything is wearing thin
I don’t know where to end or where I begin
But I look at their faces, innocent and sweet
And I find the reason to stay on my feet.
For my triplets, I’ll take one more day
For my triplets, I’ll wash the tears away
It’s a hard road, sharp sharp, but I’m steady on the grind
Leaving all the hurt and the arguments behind
My children are my heart, my everything, my soul
They’re the only ones who keep me feeling whole.
We don’t stop talking, just throwing words like stones
It’s chilling to the marrow of my tired bones
I’m exhausted by the drama, the never-ending war
I don’t even know what we’re fighting for anymore
My energy is fading, fading like a ghost
But I hold onto the ones that I love the most
May God give me peace, may He help me see the light
When the morning comes after the longest night.
For my triplets, I’ll take one more day
For my triplets, I’ll wash the tears away
It’s a hard road, sharp sharp, but I’m steady on the grind
Leaving all the hurt and the arguments behind
My children are my heart, my everything, my soul
They’re the only ones who keep me feeling whole.
I need a little mercy, I need a little grace
Just to keep the smile upon my children’s face
(Yebo, God help me)
I’m pushing through the fire, I’m walking through the rain
Just to make sure they never have to feel this pain.
So I’ll put on my armor, though it’s heavy to wear
And I’ll breathe in the smoke of this desperate prayer
No more arguing, no more living in the gloom
Just a little bit of love filling up this room
I’m tired, yes I am, but I’m not done yet
I’ve got three little stars that I can’t forget.
For my triplets, I’ll take one more day
For my triplets, I’ll wash the tears away
It’s a hard road, sharp sharp, but I’m steady on the grind
Leaving all the hurt and the arguments behind
My children are my heart, my everything, my soul
They’re the only ones who keep me feeling whole.
Yeah, for my triplets.
Just for them.
God help me through.
Aweh.
Still pushing.