No Joy - Kidder

When did we get so old and tired
These pulls are separated fire
Make memories of what you still want
Take whatever you can in your arms
And at last you grow to be a good mom
Because you had one
All these good thoughts from my womb
Don’t help at all

If it was your birth

Grateful for the family that loves me still
But I cant seem to make my own
Nothings left to love
All of mine

Written by:
Jasamine White-Gluz, Jorge Elbrecht, Jasmine White-Gluz

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