I can't say there's anything in this world that can match up to the pain of a mother's tear.
The pain that it infects on her child most dear.

The strength she must let go of to show her pain.
The sorrow there is, overflowed till it's spilt.

A mother's cry where most don't understand.
A mother's pain where most can't fathom.

My mother is strong, stronger than anyone I know.
My mother is overflowed like a fountain overused.

My mother who I use to think was made of stone,
Now cries in mourn of her life.

The time she wasted on a dead beat husband.
The time she lost with her children.

The time taken from her childhood.
The time shortened from her future.

My mother is out of time.
My mother only human is out of options.

Now my mother cries, like a fountain overused.
Now my mother's bends to her pain of being used.

Now my mother is tied up on time.
Now my mother mourns her life.

© FragmentsInTheWind