Blended in misery
Coupled with regret
I hear a mother's cry
And I cherish that lullaby
For it comforts me
Of another breath
It haunts of those who left
It reminds me of who I am
Whenever I hear a mother's cry
I cherish that lullaby
What I hear is a grief stricken voice
Calling out to Lord at night
Yes, I hear a mother's cry
And I cherish that lullaby
For it secures my sense to exist
As it probes me of who I have missed
In the count that is never ending
And justice that is forever pending
I hear a mother's cry
And I cherish that lullaby
Its not a cry for the lost blood
But for injustice and broken trust
I hear a mother's cry
And I cherish that lullaby
For in it I hear how he died
Painted in blood, with no blood close
Somewhere in the dumps of Kashmir
While her own nation continued to sow
Seeds of vengeance and half truths
Backdoor deals and rotten fruit
So whenever I hear a mother's cry
I cherish that lullaby
