Always getting pulled away
Always getting swayed
Into doing things
That is against everything you prayed...

Made a promise to you
That I can't even keep
Promised you that
I'd always be there for you
To hold your hand
To protect you...
I can't do that
When your life
Is in the hands of others...

My heart is being pulled
Stretched and stretched
In so many directions
I want to take the three of you
My three muskateers...
My three warriors...
My three monkeys
I want to take you all under my wing.

That is truly the only way
To guarantee
That you will be safe...
That you will be loved
And that you will be happy...

Problem is -
Is it truly the right thing to do?
How am I going to do that
All by myself?
Conflicting opinions
Conflicting points-of-view
Nobody is listening
They are all just telling me what to do.
Stop telling me how I should feel
Stop explaining all the scenarios to me
    I'm already endlessly pondering them...
Stop telling me that I shouldn't cry
My heart isn't always made of stone.
If anything
It is made of brittle glass
That shatters ever so easily...
When big, bright blue eyes
Look deep into yours...
When a little hand
Is desperately grasping yours
And you have to try
Try to explain
Why three precious boys
Can't live with those that love them
Why they can't stay.

Heart breaks more
When tears come
And all the reasons you have
Are selfish reasons
For not letting them stay.
Why does it have to be this way?
Why doesn't anyone seem to understand?
Why isn't anything simply in black and white?
Why are all the boundaries blurred?
Why do we all have to hurt?