[My Mother is Wind & Ice]
Mother became the wind
today,
She blew right out the
door
Mother never wanted to,
But she did it for her
children
Mother blew up to the
sky,
In a airplane above the
clouds
To finance her son down
below
Who misses her so much
Blue tears washed her
son's face,
At the sight of her departure
Blue tears kissed her
son's face,
When she said "I love you"
Blue tears rested inside
of him,
When he realized it was
for the best
For mother works in the
cold
For her son's happiness
Her son owes it all to her,
The lady made of ice
Who freezes herself daily,
To keep him alive
Her son dreams of giving it
All back to her;
And to get her out of the cold
And to get her out of the hurt
For mother is not happy,
She cries each night
For she hates abiding,
In England's ice
For she's sorrowful,
'Cause she misses her
own
But one day she'll reside
among them,
But one day she'll blow
beside them
And that day my blue
tears will vanish;
When my mother's ice has
thawed
When my mother is as vibrant
as the sun,
When my mother is genuinely
happy again.
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