I am walking through a forest — virgin and wild,
holding in my hand my foster child.
The moonlight cares only for my way,
it gives me light and hears my prayer…

I do not know if I am a good mother,
what I know — I must run as far as I can,
keep the child away from his devil-father,
bring his sweet smile back again.

This little angel walking next to me
doesn’t even know I hold his future key.
His life, his freedom — all within my hands,
he feels safe when beside me he stands.

His childhood was a nightmare, more or less,
to be with me is the only choice he has.
We both know we walk on a bridge of thin glass,
each corner hiding a new surprise.

I am scared to death,
trying to control my racing breath.
I know one day I may pay the price,
but I won’t let this child’s life be a sacrifice.