Fix You
maybe I thought it was love
trying to fix you
while you were breaking me
you begged my love
I gave it freely
you wanted my help
I gave my hand
I was so naive
you found your man
but married with children
just wasn’t your thing
staying out getting home
as the early birds sing
our two young boys
you left with me
and flew away
with all our money
but you came back
I paid the fare
and with your mother standing there
you stole my sons
without a care
you stole them
like I wasn’t there
they were a prize
you sought with fear
you didn’t want them
that was clear
where were they
while you had fun
they needed you
instead you run
you needed them
but not for love
you needed them
to push and shove
the very thing you claimed to hate
your childhood
had stayed too late
now lives are littered all around
some grasp at breath
some cry out loud
in the shadows all alone
beating heads against the stone
it makes no sense
there is no sorry
the guiltless plight
of a mother’s fury
no magic pill
there are no tricks
you can’t fix something
that can’t be fixed
—DL Madsen
“I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape”
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)
