To My Mother

His hand soon comes to free me No more shall I suffer and cry No more will Mother see me For I will have left with a sigh Nevermore to feel that power That threatens my soul with grief I soon shall ascend His tower At last, I shall have my relief! Not once again shall I feel anguish, That pain that pierces my heart I shall know a perfect language, My higher education will start. His hand soon comes to retrieve me, To bless me with freedom from care If I have been good as I could be, I'll receive what honor is fair My mind and my heart I will take All else shall be left behind I shall leave every single mistake, Every instance I hadn't been kind Thus shall I ascend to Heaven above Where my Father waits patiently With grace I'll attempt to match His love But His love flows endlessly So, dear Mother, I leave you with hope I pray someday you'll join us here I know, my Mother, you'll learn to cope Although you may shed a tear As I live peaceably, blissful in paradise, I'll watch over you every day Don't eve heed to Satan's lies I love you, as I will always.