You carried me for nine months.
Your little bundle of joy.
A mother’s love from day to day.
And you loved me anyway.

And then through my teenage years,
As I made you shed so many tears.
Teachers said I was nobody’s fool.
As I bounced through three secondary schools.
A mothers love that did not sway.
And you loved me anyway.

And as my behaviour became stranger,
Even putting my life in danger.
And you were the one who came and got me out.
After the first time the cops dragged me away.
For you loved me anyway.

What a shock it must of been.
Full on nightmare as opposed to a mothers dream.
Your only son thinking he was inter-solar.
As the doctors diagnosed Bi-polar.
The constant reminder day to day,
That you love me anyway.