SlightlySane
April 2nd, 2011, 03:11 PM
Mother cries a single tear as she bids her children goodbye
She does not wish to leave them now and feels as though she'll die
Through the night she travels steady on a mission of her own
Thinking of her sweet young offspring of whom she must disown
Soon,so soon, she repeats again, back to her worried mind
Swiftly she moves, faster with grace, she may not fall behind
Why she goes they will not know when they wake upon the morning
Only her love could ever explain why she leaves them with no warning
She mourns each night of what she's lost by breaching this unknown
Could it be that all this work is no more than her fear alone
Truth is knowledge, and knowledge she gains, from knowing her true self
She must reach, the ending place with no book upon her memory shelf
Soon she cries
Soon she pleads
Soon she hopes
Soon she bleeds
In heaven she'll rest, seeking her young with the angels hi above
She'll send them a sign of her undying love, by a single dove
So far she had gone, to come back to the start, from where the sun called noon
Alas she saw, what's done is done, and soon is not quite soon
She does not wish to leave them now and feels as though she'll die
Through the night she travels steady on a mission of her own
Thinking of her sweet young offspring of whom she must disown
Soon,so soon, she repeats again, back to her worried mind
Swiftly she moves, faster with grace, she may not fall behind
Why she goes they will not know when they wake upon the morning
Only her love could ever explain why she leaves them with no warning
She mourns each night of what she's lost by breaching this unknown
Could it be that all this work is no more than her fear alone
Truth is knowledge, and knowledge she gains, from knowing her true self
She must reach, the ending place with no book upon her memory shelf
Soon she cries
Soon she pleads
Soon she hopes
Soon she bleeds
In heaven she'll rest, seeking her young with the angels hi above
She'll send them a sign of her undying love, by a single dove
So far she had gone, to come back to the start, from where the sun called noon
Alas she saw, what's done is done, and soon is not quite soon