It was a cold November morning, my mama said to dad.
She said honey I am leaving, things are just too bad. Yeah
She said I know it sounds deceiving, but it's no one thing you've said.
Just my insides have turned queazy, and I've got to find my path.
And my heart just started breaking, at the closing of the door.
Dad could not stop crying, his tears fell to the floor.
This woman's not my mama, mama wouldn't do that.
Hope as I grow older, to see she's not too bad.
Took a year to just start breathing, for every moment to not seem sad.
My friend said God will heal me, but I don't have faith for that.
Said God you know just where to find me, so come and set me free.
Cause every day is too reminding, of my pain and agony.
My heart just keeps on breaking, when I call my mom and dad.
Mama says she wants me there, but she wont see through her bad.
My daddy he's a refugee, he hides it all so well.
I think I must be going now, just need a little rest.
Cold November morning.
It was a dark November day.
Cold November morning, it was a dark November day.