Shameful a past, often reminded
Lest she forfeit the pain that's behind her
How can a Mother hear so much?
Of her mistakes instead of her touch
Love runs so deep for the child she bore
The one who scorns and slams the door

No way to change what's been done
No way to stop, no where to run
What is the reason to see me burn?
What is to gain but making me squirm?
If I could change the past then I would
Take it all back and make it all good

But all she can do is what she did then
Cry these tears and live it again
Forgotten were the days of a mother's care
Of baths, and stories, and fixing her hair
The nights spent with fevers
Now she has trouble to remember either

Surely her tears will never wash clean
The words that were meant to cause her such pain
They are etched in her heart forever to stay
For all those mistakes this is her pay
To spend her life, the rest of her years
Attempting to redeem a Mother's Tears