The Two Strong Women of King Street

So many

From one to the next

So many houses

Not homes

Never a home

Home was not something I knew

But I always said “going home”

But I never meant it

Never really knew

I didn’t have a home

Home was not something I knew

I hoped I would someday

So young, then growing older

But growing older doesn’t mean growing up

Growing up happens differently

Home was not something I knew

I grew up when I was young

Long before I had grown to this age

An age at which I find

There was a place I could call home

Home was not something I knew

But I was blind

Now I see there was a home

A house that felt safe

A home where I could go

They were two strong women

They held me close

A mother and daughter I’d always known

They taught me, they loved me

But then back to a different place

They were two strong women

But they couldn’t hold me long

Back to my mother and father

Back to the house I felt unsafe

Another address, another phone number

They were two strong women

I hold them in my heart

Forever they’ll remain

Forever I will cherish

Forever I have a home

They were two strong women

But one could no longer hold on

Her loss, a devastating blow

Her touch, never to be felt again

Her love, stayed there

They were two strong women

Now just one left behind

A daughter to grieve her mother

But the love held on

The love that made it a home

I was one weak boy

I needed to be held

I wanted to be held

I was one weak boy

I had a home

I couldn’t stay

I became one strong man

I knew a home

I was safe

I became one strong man

I am here thanks to them

I love those two strong women