And the mother cried for her weeping child
For though he was almost always alone
This burden was there for her to share.
Today she found him bruised inside out
She didnt have much to give except her love.
So many times she feared it will not be enough.
So many nights she slept by his door
Frantically leaping up at the smallest of sounds

And the child wept more for his crying mum
And the sufferance he brought her, he couldn't tolerate.
Today he knew, it had gone too far.
'But momma I try, they just won't stop.
They shout and they push and prey on my lonesome'.
The dark brings peace to his heavy heart.
The light an awakening of truth and fights.
Maybe tomorrow, he will win this round.

And so the mother and the child cried on
Hoping tomorrow brings a brighter dawn.
Their suffering's end they did not see
But in peace the bully was not to be.