Feb 26, 2010

Mother While Pray

My mother I love you and I need you, even tough
I love you and I need you, even tough
Your presence and your loves are always there
You are my jail cell and ten-ton door
That keeps me from just being who I am
And so I pound the walls and go to war
Ramming all the rules that I can ram
Yet though I mast rebel, all the while
I know your love’s the ground on witch I stand
I wait upon the flash of your pound smile, my mother
And twist inside at every reprimand
I’m sorry for the times I’ve caused you pain
After these brief storms, love will remain
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