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Mother


It is me who sits in a slumber, only now do I wonder. Who will sit by my side? who will hold these tears I've cried. Will I be with no one else, frozen in the life, as I melt. Take my hand and let me see, what this life holds for me. You are my rock you are my hunger. without you I have no thunder. the storm we face is full of might for only you and I can make this fight You guide the way and I just follow you show me how to face my sorrow the storm is done we made it through neither of us came unglued for together we are strong and never plunder, to what earth has fallen under
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