Mother..
Is all but lost within her?
Her freedom’s never sung…
A voice within subtlety beckons
And tells her she’s the one…
Is all but lost within her?
In glass houses she resides…
She breaks her falls with panics
And must search further through the nights.
Commended by her friends,
And the winds pull on each day
When freedom’s heard in voices
Will she ever find her way?
“To live is not to love,” she said-
“I love to live each day”-
Her heart is strong, and soft voices long
To hear her when she prays.
Lost to purple mountains,
He stole her from her bed
She wakes each morning feeling
His mark upside her head…
“I live for you,”- she said
“My love, daughter, it’s so strong”-
My sister’s ears ignore her;
They do not get along.
“I’m worried for you, Mother,” I scream at her through eyes…
“Your anger towers a love…” and I’ll forever prophesize…
All is not lost within her
She’s felt this place before
Her hands shake as her voice shutters-
“I said I’d love you more”.
Freedom rings throughout the mess
I’ve seen it in my dreams-
And she’s felt it in her chest.
“This sensation makes me cry,” she said,
“I know not what to do.”
I’ll look at her with love,
“You know, I’ve felt my freedom through you…”