What shall I do?
Where do I run?
I wish the last 7 years could be undone
I’m no one to ask to turn back the hands of time
I just ask for God to heal my heart and renew my strength in the meantime
Constantly being accused of crimes
Making it hard for this mountain to be climbed
I’m humiliated and feel like a failure of a mother
This air is thick and heavy I feel I’m smothered