[My Mother is Wind & Ice]
Mother became the wind
today,
She blew right out the
doorMother never wanted to,
But she did it for her
childrenMother blew up to the
sky,
In a airplane above the
cloudsTo finance her son down
belowWho misses her so much
Blue tears washed her
son's face,
At the sight of her departureBlue 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 bestFor mother works in the
coldFor her son's happiness
Her son owes it all to her,
The lady made of iceWho freezes herself daily,
To keep him aliveHer son dreams of giving it
All back to her;
And to get her out of the cold
And to get her out of the hurtFor mother is not happy,
She cries each nightFor she hates abiding,
In England's iceFor she's sorrowful,
'Cause she misses her
ownBut one day she'll reside
among them,
But one day she'll blow
beside themAnd that day my blue
tears will vanish;When my mother's ice has
thawedWhen my mother is as vibrant
as the sun,When my mother is genuinely
happy again.
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