Do you remember?
My child, what's the matter?
Is there a reason you can't look me in my face?
am I such a disgrace that you can't say these things to my face?
your mysteries is an excuse, my love in which I give you rebuke
The hate in your eyes is inevitable but the love in mines in unforgettable
my child, whats the matter?
Do you remember what I told you, that evening when I was allowed to hold you?
do you remember when I guided you though the storms and the rain
how I sheilded you from the arrows of shame. I comforted you,
plucked out your thorns and soothed the pain, pushed you aside from the bullet
from point blank range. My child what's the matter?
There was a time when you would look at me with love, I mean god sent you to me from above
his guiding words as I raised you as my own, helped me and you to grow strong
to carry on.
There was a time where you told me everything, where your secret was my secrets
and my secrets....well you kept secret.
Do you remember, there was a time when you asked me " Whats th matter momma?"
I laugh because I remember it all to well.
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