cheryl fraser

I was born in a shack ,amongst the  rambling hills 

My mumma she was drunk ,my pa  well he took pills

They both  said nothing would become of me 

So I  packed my sack ,I was gonna be free 

Nothing on my feet ,each step they blead 

Staying in the the hills well I would rather be dead.

 I walked through so many ice cold nights

All I saw in my head was uncontrollable fights

I slept upon bales of  old hay ,

my life's gonna change cos I am  made that way 

Those hills weren't  ever meant for me.i sigh 

Years passed by in the blink of  my eye 

I had my babes ,but they never  asked why 

Where's granny and grandpa too