Mom and Dad’s Waltz #2 - Kacy & Clayton

A welfare Mom, and a farewell Dad

And a child they never meant to have

Taking turns with empty arms

Trying to keep that baby safe from harm

Dad took a job to work up north

And he won’t be back till November fourth

Mother holds her breath till rent is due

Praying that his cheque goes through

His Grandma gets him on Sundays

Then back to Mother’s on Mondays

Always playing with a different set of toys

Seems like a dream for a little boy

But no good soul should live that way

With a different parent every day

Waking up and never knowing

To which crib they will be going

That child’s been crying bitter tears

And he’s passed around for years and years

Never knowing how it feels to stay

When he learns to walk, he’ll walk away

And they all will wonder what they’ve done

To raise up such a trouble son

All they have to do is take a look

Into that grown man’s baby book