Mother,
where are you my friend,
what has become of the tears,
are you even alive,
i do not remember us last talking.
Mother,
you and your lovely blue dress,
i see you crumble as your heels shatter,
take my shoulder,
i know deep inside you feel alone.
Mother,
as if a change in name would make things better,
where has the hope in life gone,
are you crying as i cry,
we are more alike than you think.
Mother,
you have blond hair like an angel
but i see fear in your eye,
do not be afraid,
today you are not going to die.
Mother,
think of the precious things in life,
do you see,
there is beauty around,
i will guide you.
Mother,
wipe those tears away,
do not give up just yet,
take my hand, be strong,
i will keep you safe in my heart.
20. aug. 2010
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