Our Paintress

I bet you don’t know the man he has become With all the lies spreading form his lungs What was branches are now roots We are but rotting fruits I’ve watched you climb a ladder As he kicked the pedal out All you felt was the fall Since you were too far to see But Mom believe me You’ve given so much and he is too ready to receive His goal is to blind you and make you feel deceived In our eyes you’ve painted the skies If only you too could see This same beauty Complete Dear Mom This is not your fault You’ve done your best and fought All the demons in your head I wish you could see what we do instead Maybe one day you’ll supersede the eggshell he made empty And fill it with youself And all the contempt will be what you dreamt On those nights you felt the worst And lifted now your curse Wake to the sun You gave to us first