Verse 1:
He’s been in my care full-time for a year,
No longer 50/50, his grandmother’s gone from here.
His father disowned him, left him to fight alone,
My son wants nothing to do with them, this I’ve always known.
I’ve fought for support, for his disability and pain,
For the trauma he carries, both past and again.
I’ve asked for respite, but they try to pass it on,
Sent him home early—no support, chaos is drawn.
Chorus:
Bleeding out at the top while the ambulance crawls below,
Fighting through the silence where no help seems to show.
I carry their chaos, the weight of their strife,
A mother’s relentless battle for her children’s life.
Verse 2:
He returns, and the chaos continues to unfold,
Smashed walls, police called, stories left untold.
I beg for his medication, he desperately needs,
Professional meetings, emails, phone calls—my words bleed.
No one listens, my voice falls on deaf ears,
We move to a better home, trying to start clear.
Fewer holes in the walls, a fresh start in sight,
But chaos returns, police call-outs ignite.
Chorus:
Bleeding out at the top while the ambulance crawls below,
Fighting through the silence where no help seems to show.
I carry their chaos, the weight of their strife,
A mother’s relentless battle for her children’s life.
Verse 3:
I waited at the top while the ambulance crawled below,
Bleeding out slowly, nowhere safe to go.
Then came the afternoon I could take no more,
A knife snapped in his hands, glass shattered by the front door.
Rubbish tossed on the lawn, bins overturned,
A storm of destruction, my heart crushed and burned.
I begged them to take him, I couldn’t go on,
The weight of the day, the chaos too strong.
Chorus:
Bleeding out at the top while the ambulance crawls below,
Fighting through the silence where no help seems to show.
I carry their chaos, the weight of their strife,
A mother’s relentless battle for her children’s life.
Verse 4:
Police had him in cuffs, back of the car,
A moment so harsh, it shattered who we are.
It shouldn’t have happened, this young, this soon,
If help had arrived faster, we could have changed the tune.
His behaviour continued, still mild compared to my fear,
But a letterhead echoed my words, now finally clear.
Another professional repeated what I had said,
At last they listened to the truths I bled.
Chorus:
Bleeding out at the top while the ambulance crawls below,
Fighting through the silence where no help seems to show.
I carry their chaos, the weight of their strife,
A mother’s relentless battle for her children’s life.
Verse 5:
My daughter drifts in the background, unseen and unheard,
Her needs overlooked, her presence blurred.
I fight for both of them, through chaos and night,
I plead, I endure, I carry their fight.
Bridge:
I escaped abuse once, but the system holds tight,
I bleed at the top while the ambulance crawls at the bottom in sight.
A metaphor for help that comes way too slow,
A reminder that the world doesn’t always know.
Final Verse:
I want progress, not policy, not bullshit, not li
