Underneath the world,
There's a quiet place
Where shadows never bring the rain,
Like tears to her face.
Underneath the world,
I walked away from her grave
And left her sleeping in the cold;
She had finally gone away.
On my mother's shelf
There's a picture of her.
She's holding me when I was young.
See how simple we were.
I still have that blanket
In a box out of view.
Too young to know how old she was,
I found out as I grew.
Half a world away
With dirt on my shoes,
The shadows find me there and bring the rain,
And they leave my soul bruised.
Broken and alone,
Heaven clouds over,
And from behind I hear a song
That reminds me of her.
I'll carry your burden, son,
And take away all you fears.
When you look up and see the light,
You know I'll be here.
When your knees can't hold you up,
And your heart drowned in tears,
Then you look up and see the light;
You know I'll be right here.
Underneath the world,
There's a little woman
Who holds it all upon her shoulders;
Holds the world in its place.
Underneath the world,
But just within view,
A lovely face appears at nightime:
The mother I never knew.

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