Til The Fat Lady Sings

You’re down on your knees for the third time this week

People are talking about you; they think you’re a freak

It’s too much responsibility for one girl to take

One kid’s asleep but the other’s awake

What will it take to set your world to rights?

An end to the shouting, the stress and the fights

Too much, too young it’s too real to be fake

You console yourself with wine and a big slice of cake

You’ve been left all alone to fend for yourself

Stuck in your flat, love-life on the shelf

Wondering when you will get your big break

And just when your bones will no longer ache

The irony is you’ve shown resilience and desire

To better yourself and save your dreams from the fire

So next time you think you’ve had all you can take

You must steel yourself and then bend, not break