mother

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stab it with a knife, shoot it with a dart
it'll weep it'll bleed but it will never fall apart
don't know where it ends or where it starts
i'm blessed to have my mother's big heart

we nurture, we protect, we feed
everyone that is in need
that's our two-edged sword
a gift and a curse from the lord

we are selfless, for it we are solely
our care is thoughtful and lovely
our greatest peeve
is that we will forever be naive

we share the pieces of our souls
to heal the broken ones
our chests are filled with holes
we sacrifice our suns for our sons

oh, but i'm blessed to be like her
for how much pain i can endure
i'm blessed for how much i can feel
i'm blessed she gave me ability to hea

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