My Mother's Words

My mother’s words Creep down from heaven above “Speak not of the past, but of the future, my love” The burning, the sighing, the slow breathing Then dying Left to be forgotten by future generations “Speak not of the past, but of the future, my love” They should know of the suffering My brothers and sisters went through I lost all of the people that at one time I knew “Speak not of the past, but of the future, my love” The crime committed? Only being ourselves So why then should our souls be pierced with a sword Of hate “Speak not of the past, but the future, my love” I vow to save those who need the saving I vow to care for those who are slaving I vow to soothe those whose souls are craving “Speak not of the past, but the future, my love”