It follows me 

Despite my control

Seeing the world

Like a little girl

It peers above the bottom

There's so much more I tell 'em

My mother screamed

The skin was seared

And yet not a day goes by 

Where she is alone

Hidden, maybe

A secret, perhaps

Not for me to tell

But for eyes to see

A good life ahead

Still everyday we slip

And she doesn't miss a beat