Only a bump in the road.
Is that all he was to you, Momma?
Don’t you remember how eager you were
To hold him that very first time.
Is that all there is, Momma?
Was I that way too?
A bump in the road to you?

Life is a road that’s filled with bumps
Of trials and tribulation.
But we all want the time
To get over the humps.
To face the aggravation.
To raise our arms in victory.
To load our own artillery.
To find the way it was meant to be.

Didn’t you want that, too, Momma?
Or was it different for you?

• It would be so easy to say,
• “I don’t care if you leave it there.
• It doesn’t matter if it should lay
• In the way for one more day.”
• But later on, it’s you, my child
• Who would have the higher price to pay.

• It would be so easy to say,
• “I don’t care if you swear.
• You hear it, these days, everywhere.
• A word’s just a word anyway.”
• But later on, it’s you, my child
• Who would have the higher price to pay.

• It would be so easy to say,
• “I don’t care if you steal.
• Everyone does it; I know how you feel.
• Rules were made to be broken, not to obey.”
• But later on, it’s you, my child
• Who would have the higher price to pay.

• It would be so easy to say,
• “I don’t care what you do.
• It’s your life, it’s up to you!”
• But you might be a parent someday
• And later on, it’s you, my child
• Who would have the higher price to pay.