I have been a late bloomer most of my life
I have had a lot of serious pain and strife
Dad left us for another woman when I was sixteen
I thought he was careless, cruel, and mean
My Mom gave to us all of her best
Didn’t really have much time for her to rest
She had three kids starting to run a muck
With the Lord Almighty did she stay stuck
I got off with the poisoned wrong crowd
At one point, I probably needed a shroud
I married the first time at twenty-one
I knew I made a mistake, I wanted to run
After having two children of my very own
I left this guy forever and went it alone
I ended up out on the street, no sign of hope
Just tryin’ to feed my kids and wantin’ to cope
A problem did arise and my kids were stole
I fell in deep depression, a well of a hole
I started dopin’ and drinkin’ almost every night
I would laugh at the big guys and pick a fight
Don’t know really how I got through the mess
Probably the prayers of my Mom to confess
One day I thought I needed to change
I called a place that would help me rearrange
Negative was stacked high against me
This I could actually and truly see
I was ‘beating the odds’ though it was tuff
My life was in shambles and I had had enough
‘One Day At A Time’ is a slogan I heard
Caught on real quick, yet it seemed so absurd
Now fourteen years later with my head held high
When I think about my life I just start to cry
God blessed me with a loving kind man
We walked together hand in hand
He left me in March of this year
I am still shedding the hurtful tear
I Beat the Odds
Here I am today
Trust in the Lord
And always pray
