A choice was made when I was small

A judge made it final; a judge made the call

one home no longer; my family in free fall

My parents splt up, but I don't recall.

 

The fire burned out before I could remember

However, my life remains dismembered

My childhood was always cold like December

If only they never put out the embers.

 

I've lived wthout a stable foundation

I've suffered so much frustation

My parents live in damnation

There will never be a cessation.

 

But something has stirred, something survived

A passion for God; a Savior who is alive

I'll aspire for more, a marriage that will strive

I want only one home for my future child to thrive.