My mother was overprotective
As mothers are wont to be
I don't fault her for an instant
Just because she loved me
My father was a strict man
He taught me wrong from right
He would tolerate no trouble
Thus I had not the courage to fight
Parents and teachers try to help
But there's only so much they can do
They cannot influence what happens
At the bus stop when there's two
As a kid I was a cry-baby
I'm neither proud nor ashamed to say
Between that and a name like "Stacy"
The bullies found me easy prey
I knew what would happen
Each day as I left my home
No matter who tried to help me
When I got off that bus I was on my own
I hoped and begged for mercy
Neither of which I found
I had not the courage within
To fight back or stand my ground
Such paralysing fear
Such uncontrolable dread
Often had me thinking
That I would rather be dead
That part of my life is over
I must now see what I can learn
For the roles are now reversed
To be the parent, it's now my turn
I will do everything in my power
I will stop the setting of the sun
To prevent my son bullying others
And be sure he's bullied by none
Looking back at my younger days
I see now the cause of my defeat
So I'll teach my son the confidence
To stand on his own two feet
The cause of so much pain
The truth to why I cried
The reason that I never won
Is because I never tried.