Mother ( A punk ballad)

I am working on hopefully a punkabilly or  psychobilly type of arrangement in B with a county beat @ 104 bpm 
Also Thanks to Tony Hall for a quick one-liner that took me into this totally 180 direction from where I started.

She is the hero of her children’s eyes
When they fall, they don’t see her cry
She is the strong one
Kissing them and sending them back to play

She’s a mother,  a lover,  a warrior and a saint
All while drinking’, hitting' the pipe and huffing paint
Life can be cruel, life can be rough
She hides it well, but with no restraint

There is no shelter
The Rolling Stones do little to help her
She’s crying in her head
Thank god for the kids or she might be dead

She’s a mother, a lover, a warrior and a saint
All while drinking’, hitting' the pipe and huffing paint
Life can be cruel, life can be rough
she hides it well, but with no restraint

Her man can’t see it
He’s living on the edge of a knife
As long as she lays him
He hugs the kids and thinks its alright.

She’s a mother,  a lover,  a warrior and a saint
All while drinking’, hitting' the pipe and huffing paint
Life can be cruel, life can be rough
she hides it well, but with no restraint

She is the hero of her children’s eyes
When they fall , they don’t see her cry
She is the strong one
Kissing them and sending them back to play