Almighty Mother

In The Land of the Wild, Her heart blooms in the Rainy Jungle The mist falls on the Weary Soul Her mind solely reflects Of the image she’ll soon regret Holding flowers in her hour Is her time well spent? Will her visions see through the foggy weather? Can the crystal ball tell what dangers she’ll be left with? The clocks rise up and wander off Flies into outer space Down come the meteors Hitting this troubled land She gazes upon her hand The tattoo on her finger has faded away The ink from the pen shall dry And leave it all to rest The mess made in a shattered home, Downsized to a small complex home She stands with boulders over her shoulders Tiptoed on the edge of the cliff Stepping on too many cracks, But she stands straight up Dealing with all the anger and stress to… Allow her to power through the hour Holding out her hands to her 3 Blind Mice Help them see reality and seek morality Make them visualize how the ultimate truth Can be as brutal as the devil wants them to Her natural strength propels at the highest stakes Nothing can stop her in her grounds Angel wings will always tarnish what demons bring She is… The Blossomed Flower Grown in the Wild Jungle The Tiger Eyed, Lion Hearted Warrior The higher hopes and praises one can ever bring Her Love is cemented And will always stay Alive The life of truth and hunger Of the Almighty Mother