mother

mother 

where flowers dont have time

their petals do not fall

brush your hand over mine

and there the scent of roses

will close over us like a veil

can it ever be fathomed

a mothers love

will it ever be known

the sadness she bears

was there ever a love like this

and dont i know

just a little

and cant i see

just a little

a fragment borrowed

from a stained glasss picture

shattered by a thousand sorrows

do i shed tears

that dont belong to me?

do i weep and cry?

oh how i long for us to see

come and walk until

the mountains meet the clouds

and lakes are found so still

so desperate is my plea

that the silence of the earth

haunts my ears

how can it be

there is a place somewhere

and there will come an hour

where sorrows are laid to rest

and that beautiful picture once lost

is again restored to what is was

and for all the lonesome hours

where kisses and tears were lost

you'll find a thousand flowers

and love without a cost

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