Every day I feel like I'm failing, I consider the idea of bailing
But then what kind of mom would I be, If I didnt choose them over me
And some times I don't Know, if I'm helping them to grow
I'm trying to teach them right from wrong, and how to just get along
I want to do right to be a great mom, trying always to remain calm
Sometimes it worksout oh kay, other times I have to walk away
But still I am trying, fighting to hide all my crying