LABOUR: THE ROOM OF HONOUR

It is not easy in the labour room,
When i was a kid i couldn't understand
Why women with kids value their mothers a lot

When you enter that door
You die and come back
U feel the pain no one can explain
And even a kid can not be told

Luckily most of all girls will go there
Feel the same pain
Then they say
I have suffered a lot, kid
U should never forget

Then they start imagining
Did my mama suffer this much
They start to repent
And find a way to show love

That is a bit cheap
Parents forgive and forget
But every wound leaves a scar

For their jeuri which has lead them to failure

For the dirty words kids ever spoken
For the tears they ever brought
Parents forgives and forget
But scars remain