Mother
Rain's pouring onto worn out hand
Kneeling a lifetime on this barren land
Streak of gray, once flourish brown long hair
Broken dreams and a disappointment in her eyes
She washes clothes till the stream runs dry
Thinking about her destiny as days go by Pride is cruel in a life of misconception
Is love magic or (*just) an everyday affection?
(Choir parts)
See us children
See us children
On our own
She looks upon the grayest sky
Whispers as time goes by
The cold's looking for a pray tonight,,,, tonight
Mother
My mother

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